the month of Love

“- Flowers or sex ! Don’t forget. Flowers or sex.”
fakeing a sleepy way of talking so he wouldn’t catch my desire of having both in the same time, in that same moment.
“- Ha ha! I’ll bring you a fucking tree! ha ha!
and he rushed down the narrow stairs to catch his morning train.

That’s all he learnt from his first boss: how to see a tree as a fucking tree or every moment he doesn’t like as a fucking moment.
And what’s that suppose to mean anyway? Was that a positive joke? I get most of his jokes, which I hate sometimes, but today i want flowers or/and sex so ….was that a promise?

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