the trouble is, the number of times i can ask who sent them to me is finite.
"did you send me the flowers?"
"by the way, did you... courier me a bunch of almost-open tulips?"
yes i was called to reception to collect them, yes i left them there an hour after i'd been told they were there, yes they were more magnificent than i'd hoped or imagined.
but i don't want to carry this question with me.
not even for an hour.
so thank you, i am sure you want me to feel special and curious.
but if i could, i'd return to sender.
address unknown.
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