I was given this flower and I stared at it from across the room.
I watched it. Studied as much of the detail that I could see from 3 metres away.
After half an hour I decided that I liked the flower.
So I walked over and picked it up to take a closer look.
There was a bug living in it. I threw it out.
I still think about it. A lot.
And now all I'm left with is this anger toward the person who gave it to me.
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