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exotic plants filled the hallway. the fragrant blooms filled the air with exotic hints that somehow seemed familiar.
there were no cards, just identical pots. he wandered through, feeling it necessary to avaoid touching them. the neighbors all looked on a commented on the beauty, and the lovely scents.
this was a gesture, he thought. someone was supposed to see this and know love. someone was supposed to feel that this was an act of beauty.
it only filled him with hate. he went into his lonely apartment, and lit a candle. there had een no electric light for days. he lay across the bed and covered his ears, ut he could still hear them enjoying the flowers.
he worked himself up into tears.
he hated their happiness.
this was lonliness.