Taffy smiled to himself, holding a bouquet of roses.
The boss liked roses…maybe this would hold true for his son.
A thorn nicked his palm and he winced.
He could have sworn he’d asked them to take the thorns off at the florist’s…
Oh, well.
It was only a little thorn.
What harm could it do?
He knocked on the door and waited for Harv.
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“Ok…” He murmured and closed his eyes.
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“I’ll hold you.”
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