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When I was younger I would go with my family to the Little America Sunday brunch. I loved going to the gift shops after and the flower cart. I would always ask my dad if he would buy me a flower, and because carnations are so inexpensive I always got a pink carnation. Whenever I see pink carnations I think of my cute dad!
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