Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. Michelle ate fast, and Lucy followed her lead, shoveling mashed potatoes and salmon down her gullet in a passionless frenzy. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. No one will ever love you as I love you now. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster.
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