When I was 21, I met a good "bad boy". When he arrived home with a piercing, I asked him to please remove it in front of my dad. He did everytime.
I once told him that I hate sunflowers, to me they look ugly and common. One night he called me and told me to get out of my house, a huge beautiful sunflower was attached to the door. He made me change my mind.
Days later I found that he was a drug addict. I said good-bye to him.
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