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Roses and Daisies

She bought me flowers.


What was I thinking?


Does she know I’m allergic?


He looked at them oddly. God, does he hate me now?


I sniffed them, hoping they wouldn’t be roses.


I found him a bouquet of roses and daisies.


Uh-oh.


He looked panicked.


I fumbled for my EPI pen.