I lived at my grandmother's house for most of my childhood. The gardenia bush down the driveway and beside our mailbox was always of interest to me, and sometimes when I'd check the mail I'd pluck a bloom from the plant and place it in my mouth. I don't think I actually swallowed the flower; I simply enjoyed the texture of smooth, silky petals on my tongue. If I knew that what I was doing was weird, I didn't pay attention.
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