Black Roses
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Last published Fri, May 3, 2019
Half her herb was for cooking. The other half would kill you. Sometimes she used both in the same dish. Your chances of living were smaller than the seeds she planted in the soil. Even the brainless knew to run. Beware the black roses, for all roses have thorns. Whether that is for defence or attack is another question.
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