Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of the day when Papi and Mami first met each other, so last night, Papi snuck a bunch of pink roses home for Mami. She likes them lots better than red ones. They are very pretty on our dining room table, so I thought this morning that I would climb up and sit next to them, because they look maybe like they'd taste good. Turns out, they don't, so I settled for a biscuit. The pink makes me think about springtime. Right now, there's not very much color in the world, so a little pink makes it nice.
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