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March 30, 2010

When I was wee, I forever wanted to cut the flowers in outside our house and put them in a vase inside. My mom rarely allowed me to do this (though I sometimes snuck some into little containers in my Barbie houses, where they’d stand in as giant flowers and out of Mom’s view), much to my chagrin.

Now I’m all grown up and have my own flowers. And I don’t like to cut them out of my flowerbeds. But I did just this once. And now they’re dead in their vase. Stupid flowers. Why do they like it outside so much more than they do inside?

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