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her father had laid  a hand on her

leaving more than a few bruises.

her lip was now split.

she tried hiding it with the only makeup she had.

a bright red lipstick

that happened to be her mother's.

too bad rose didn't truly know how she died.

her mother had died with her father's hands around her neck.

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