A Delicate Corsage

“I just want to shine.”                 ~Fitz and the Tantrums “Your name is Blossom and you work in a flower shop? Don’t you think that’s kind of dumb?”                 Blossom stared blankly at the arrogant face behind the counter holding a rose corsage in a plastic case.                 “Seventeen ninety-nine,” she responded, waiting for him...

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