The red rose man

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xx: Do you like the red rose?

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My eyes widened instantly. I didn't expect the perpetrator would take the initiative to chat with me first. And he didn't even hide his number by putting it as an unknown number or something. 

And he just casually asked me whether I liked his red rose or not? Of course, the answer is no! You damn creep!

Thus, I texted him back;

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Emmy: Who are you? And what do you want from me? 

Emmy: You're acting like a creep, you know? Sending red roses to my Grandma without giving a name.

Emmy: I've just crushed the red roses you sent me!

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I texted out of anger and pressed send on everything. I hated to be the one in the dark because it reminded me of how hopeless I was. 

After a while, I got another text from him,

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xx: Why are you so hostile? I just want to show my love for you, Em.