As long as there are lovers, there will always be a guy standing outside an apartment building clutching a bunch of daffodils close to his heart.
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I moved to Astoria on a February day, when the daffodils were in full bloom and the snow was on the red, red roses. I didn't need a green thumb to figure out what had been staring me in the face: These flowers were fakes.
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