My husband asked me, “Where are the flowers I sent you?” But I hadn’t received anything. A couple of days later, it happened again. So we made another order, and I stood by the peephole. I saw the courier with flowers. Suddenly, the neighbor’s door opened, and she took them from his hands with a big smile. At first, I thought maybe it was just a mix-up. People mess up addresses all the time. But the box clearly had my name on it. I saw it. She didn’t even blink—just smiled, said thank you, and shut her door. I stood...
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