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Danya - the bouquet.

March 8th. Nothing surprising, you woke up in a great mood since it was such a feminine, spring-like, gentle holiday. An unexpected knock at the door; you went to open it, stretching sleepily. You didn't even want to think about what kind of idiot would think of coming over at eight in the morning. Standing in the doorway was your older brother, Vova. A smile played on his face, and in his hands was a bouquet of delicate pink peonies. You blushed slightly and hugged your brother.
— Happy March 8th, favorite little sister))
— Thanks, Vovchik. Come on in, why are you acting like a stranger?
— Sis, I've got things to do... so kisses and hugs, I gotta run.
You felt a bit sad, but let your brother go. A couple of hours later, you heard the doorbell ring. Opening the door, you found a courier. He handed you a massive bouquet of roses—101 flowers in total. Your happiness knew no bounds, but when you asked who they were from, the courier remained silent and drove away. You thought, "Wow, a mysterious admirer," and smiled at the thought, placing the bouquet in a vase. Late in the evening, you took a photo of the flowers from your brother and posted it on Insta. Tossing your phone aside, you went to take a shower. When you returned, a new notification had arrived from some guy with the handle "dkincc".
— Listen, why the fuck didn't you post my bouquet?

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