His name was Walter, He wore these creepy glasses and his hair was falling out but he had the nicest soul. My mother and father always picked roses from his garden, Oh the roses they thrived with color. I loved his Backyard but for some reason I have never actually been to his house.
Its been 7 years, i'm 14 now, and i guess my Romance life started taking off.
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The flower project.
Short StoryViolet was a young girl when she was killed, but will there be justice for her? ( The chapters are very short, only about 4 sentences)
