Roses are so cliche.
That's why I send Mayonaise. It's good to judge by the recipents response where you are in the relationship. If they make a sandwich with it, you can just move right on. If they send you pictures of themselve smeared with it and rolling around on a giant lettuce leaf, it's time to buy a ring.
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