Chris It was a Saturday in spring She sold at the market. Bouquets were twenty five Stems are were dollars each. When I told her sign had Daffodils misspelled, she smiled and said: I believe in freedom of speech. She put out her hand She said: I’m an ordinary girl with an ordinary name, Chris. I saw her in summer at the coffee house. She mixed the l…
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