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rose was finally tired of everything.

last night she nearly broke her arm.

rose's father had pushed her into the counter, fracturing her fragile wrist.

nearly every night rose would sneak out.

she'd sneak out to go to the cemetery, telling her mother what's going on.

even if her mother wasn't  listening intently .

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