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One of the girls who works out back in the plant got flowers from her husband. Even though I personally would rather have a rose bush that I can plant in my yard and enjoy *hopefully* forever, I still always feel a twinge of something. envy? I guess.... something like, why didn't MY husband do something like that? ho hum...