you never buy me flowers.
These are the kind of flowers I like, my wife said to me two nights ago, while pouring the water from a vase containing her flowers into the sink.
You don’t even like flowers babs, was my response.
I do, and you never buy me flowers.
I buy you flowers, I‘ve bought you flowers bare times. I don’t get what the big deal with women and flowers is?
I doubt th…
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