[ He likes daisies, they're cheerful; those and dandelions, because even if most people consider them a weed Dean doesn't. They're hardy things, sticking up through pavement and roots, living where nothing else dares. Maybe that's him, still alive simply out of spite and happenstance, sitting here in a bar with a pretty girl who's hand is warm in his. ]
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[ He likes daisies, they're cheerful; those and dandelions, because even if most people consider them a weed Dean doesn't. They're hardy things, sticking up through pavement and roots, living where nothing else dares. Maybe that's him, still alive simply out of spite and happenstance, sitting here in a bar with a pretty girl who's hand is warm in his. ]
It's nice to meet you.