Because it was Monday.

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He bought me flowers.
For absolutely no reason.
Because it was Monday, he said.

Silly boy.
He bought me roses.
Twelves blood red roses and babies breath tucked away in its plastic wrapper.
He had been stuck at work and I had felt bad that he was going to be so tired when he did get home. And he stopped on the way home to get me flowers.
Sweet boy.