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Day nine. Where her past haunts her. ✉ 9th. She who loves flowers; hates my flower scent. It must be weird to say this, but I really smell like flowers... at least, that's what she always tell me. A part of me was glad that I smell like daisies, the flower that she loved so much. However, by the fact that I smell like daisies, she suddenly hated me. I don't understand as to why she actually hate my guts for reminding her of her favorite flower - daisies. Desperate enough to make her 'un-hate' me, I tried to grow a daisy in the room, giving it the proper sunlight, water and all of the things that it needed. However, as I gave her that precious flower, she stuck her tongue at me as she told me that now, I don't smell like daisy and she hated me more. Gee, girls really are hard to und