May 24 2005
Fictionlet
Posted by The Gneech
Brigid sighed. “You don’t bring me flowers any more.”
Greg blinked. “I’ve never brought you flowers. But I suppose I could start if you really want me to.”
“Actually, I don’t,” Brigid said. “I can’t stand flowers, the smell gives me a headache.”
“Then why did you bring it up?”
“I was baiting you.”
Greg nodded. “I thought as much.”
-The Gneech
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