GARDENS
Her lover had given her a bouquet from the garden—just-blooming broccoli interspersed with the long, tall carrot stems and some actual flowers she was sure had gotten in to the bundle purely on accident. The Duke of Blatenhorn Six had chosen to arrange the bouquet himself, spacing each piece with a relentless obsessive-compulsiveness—each stem and bloom were an equal distance apart. He’d worked so hard at it, Madam Eleenolessa did not have the heart to tell him that he had mixed up the Earth flora again. At least it wasn’t like the time he’d confused bats and cats.
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