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"Atkins, can you spare one of those peach-colored roses for me today?" I looked up at Mrs. Deershorn sticking her head out the window above me. The sweet old lady was about 65 and lived in the floor above me in this small apartment complex. I had moved in about 4 months earlier after a bad breakup with my longtime girlfriend. One of the reasons I took this room was the availability of a garden out my back patio. I had always loved gardening and in my mixed-up emotional state it was great solace.

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The man at the counter held the packet of condoms above his head and shouted across the store, 'Rob, how much for the Trojans?' The girl looked down in avoidance of the other shoppers. Bemused by the cliché, she was still embarrassed. Gazing at her among the other shoppers were people she had grown up with and friends of her father.

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