Thursday, January 16, 2014

It's Hard

I sniffed a rose. 

The rose asked, "How do I smell?" 

I said pretty good. The rose began to cry. I asked what was wrong. 

The rose said, "I wish I smelled amazing." 

I walked away. 

The reason I smelled the rose in the first place was to get away from crazy behavior like that.

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