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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