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brought you flowers.” His gaze flicks to the vase of cheerful, yellow daffodils, soft pink ranunculus, and deep purple hyacinths in my hand. “For what? I didn’t do anything.” “You didn’t die. Congratulations. A huge accomplishment,” I fire back with my sweetest smile, already feeling better for being able to make him smirk.
