We got dressed up. Stole some flowers. And hid upstairs in the sunlight.
Ruthless thieves of the floral variety.
Maybe somewhat like that of John Laroche in the film Adaptation, where him and his posse steal Ghost Orchids.
Although I don't think our intentions resulted in a writers block/car chase/alligator wrestle/death by said alligator wrestle.
We merely wished to share an afternoon together, in pools of washy sunlight, posing cheekily with our floral bounty, and this is the result.
It's hard not to have the best of times with the best of company.
And in this case, it happened to be with my two loved accomplices Lili and Rosie.
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