"Who gave me these?"
"I would really like to know!"
If Adrian Desmond knew who it was, he would definitely have a talk with that man. Did he really think Adrian's wife was someone he could flirt with? Was he tired of living or what?
...
"Curly, tomorrow is 520. I'll fly back to see you, okay?" George asked cautiously on the phone. "I want to ask you out on a date."
"No! I told you, I won't go out with you!" Curly shouted, her voice full of anger.
"Did you like the roses I sent you?"
"No, I didn't like them at all! I don't like the flowers you sent me! I hate roses the most! In fact... as long as it's a flower from you, I hate it!"
"Then I won't send them anymore..." George said dejectedly.
"And... don't call me anymore!" Curly declared. "I'm not celebrating 520. I'm celebrating Children's Day on June 1st!"
"I'll celebrate Children's Day on June 1st too! I'll fly back, and we can celebrate together," George persisted.
"No!"
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