That is the part she could never explain to anybody afterwards, including herself: that there was no moment. There was a Friday, and then there was a Saturday in which they took a dog to a garden centre for no reason and bought a plant that was, Beck maintained, guaranteed to come back every year without anybody doing anything.
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