I hate colds.

So some random guys tried to break in and rob my store. They didn't get off easy.

...it irritates me. I didn't feel at all satisfied when the police took the men away. I feel as if I should have punched them a few more times. My poor petunias...

I buried them properly, and work will resume like normal.

[Private; hackable] Strange though..

I actually felt horrible when I buried them. Moments I wanted to cry. This is strange, they're just flowers. I love them yes, but what. Crying? I think something is wrong with me.

So, I met this young man in my shop the other day. It was a strange experience to say the least. The first time in a while..

I felt THIS uneasy.

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Ever since Mr. Vincent said the word "Marluxia", I couldn't get it out of my head. It's probably one of his deficient students whose parents couldn't name a dog, but still. I...I didn't like the feeling that came with it either. It left me shivers and I felt a bit sick for the night.

The tattoo hurts.

Is it a coincidence he has a roman numeral? Of course not. Vincent must have a reason for doing so...

I almost typed up...Ve...I'm going to lay down for a bit.

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My flowers are doing wonderful.

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That's all. I'm not fond of needless banter.