Love's proper medium of exchange
fiction
edward w pritchard
Being new to love, wandering in a foreign country so to speak I didn't know Love's proper medium of exchange.
So I exchanged my love with a flower, one red rose hand delivered; she readily said yes, yes.
Later, she reasoned, yes is voided, moot now and forever; love's proper medium of exchange is diamonds, or at least gold and silver.
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