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She told me to expect him at 8, a date, but isn’t that a bit late.

The door bell rang, I peeped through the hole in the door and who do I see, or rather what did I see:  a bouquet of roses tied with a ribbon attached to a note.

I read the note and it said:  the gift and the giver are one.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2015

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