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Once I had the rarest rose

That ever deigned to bloom

Rose Zeller
4 September 1984
"That's not true, that's not what happened. How can you repeat those lies about us?" A small crowd was beginning to form, and Rose knew she need to calm herself.

"Please, I really - I can't speak to you right now." She pulled her cloak closer about her body and hurried through the streets toward her flat.


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This is an NPC journal for __lightning__