She is no decent. She is vulnerable. Yet she came back strong. She is roses. In the middle of desert. She is roses. In the middle of savages. Yes. She still roses.
Even he tore her thorn.
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Random"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
