Curt and I are driving through Bumfarkia today when we pass the neighborhood Copy Center/Tanning Salon/Auto Garage/Florist. It's really a disaster of a business, catering to the desperate and charging exorbitantly, as it's the only thing for miles.
"Honey, please don't buy me flowers for Valentine's Day from there again."
"Don't worry I won't."
He pauses and with a straight face continues. "There's this guy that stands down on Route 28 selling roses...."
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