The German was my first spring love. To see him marching to my gate set my heart dancing and my breath abate. Oh this was love, surely I thought. He's sleek and strong, with fresh pressed uniform and shining boots. My black angel, whom I thought was misunderstood.

When he brought me my first bouquet, Hydrangea and a sprig of accidental grass I realized: He really was a devil.

Thus it came to naught.

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