“How old am I?”
I pause within a sudden urge to skip, refraining from the possibility of looking like an idiot in heels.  This is only because I am keenly aware that people will see me.
Sadly, the fleeting moment of spontaneous expression has evaporated.  The mere thought that another human might witness my childish behavior has [...]

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Nothing says “I love you” like fresh-cut flowers.
Thank you for not getting me a stupid potted plant.  I don’t want anything that includes dirt. When it requires extended care, it’s not a gift.  It’s a chore.  I already have plenty of those.
I want to admire an object of affection.
Fresh stems?  There’s the real prize.
“Wow. You [...]

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