That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. Save them for my fu…

Sylvia Plath
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That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses. Save them for my funeral, I'd said. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2016). The Bell Jar, p.103, Hamilton Books
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