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I was expecting a little flower shop like the one near our grocery store at home—a kind of one-room space filled with shelves of vases, and a refrigerated case in the back for the bouquets that need to be kept cold.
But this place. Wow.
It’s like the store equivalent of Halli’s greenhouse: a huge, two-story space with plants and flowers everywhere, like they’ve taken over the earth and if we humans don’t keep moving, we’ll all be swallowed by vegetation.
I hesitate inside the front door, just trying to take it all in. But Daniel is impatient.
“Come on,” he says, taking my hand and leading me through a narrow tunnel of vines and yellow blossoms. It’s like going through the tunnel of a cave, where you think it’s always going to be that close and confined, and then suddenly you step o
