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red roses were her favorites, her name was also rose. and every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. the year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. the card said, be my valentine, like all the years before. each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, i love you even more this year, than last year on this day. my love for you will always grow, with every passing year. she knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. she thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. he always liked to do things early. then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. she trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. she would sit for hours, in her husbands favorite chair. while staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. a year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. with loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. then, the very hour, as on valentines before, the door-bell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door. she brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. the owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?i know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,the owner said, i knew youd call, and you would want to know.the flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance. | 
