Vladivostok
you are his flower..
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It was a cold spring day. Today, all flower shops and pastry shops were literally seething with customers, and the Honey store is no exception
Men of all ages had bought all the flowers in her shop, which couldn't help but make her happy.
It was already evening. The last bouquet of mimosa flowers remained on the counter.
A bell rang, and a guy, about 20 years old, came into the store
He looked at the empty vases and asked
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Honey nodded
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Soon Honey handed him a bouquet. Vladimir – that was the guy's name – took the bouquet and put the money on the counter
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Men of all ages had bought all the flowers in her shop, which couldn't help but make her happy.
It was already evening. The last bouquet of mimosa flowers remained on the counter.
A bell rang, and a guy, about 20 years old, came into the store
He looked at the empty vases and asked
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Are there only mimosas left?
Honey nodded
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Then let's have mimosas,the young man said with a sigh, watching as the girl's hands wrapped the bouquet
Soon Honey handed him a bouquet. Vladimir – that was the guy's name – took the bouquet and put the money on the counter
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Thank you,– he said with a smile, then looked around Honey, and handed her the bouquet
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This is for you, flower.