Peter put the posies in a paper bag and shook them until the petals started to come off. He heard about this technique on daytime television as a way to accelerate the acquisition of fine potpourri for his bathroom, but he didn’t feel like following up with anything else. His brand of potpourri ended up being a bowl of wilting posey petals and nothing else. No pinecones, no cinnamon sticks, nothing.
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