The Dirty Liar
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She used to be happy. She used to laugh. But then her happiness was taken away, and at the same time her life was also.
She was royalty. She had everything. But then her brother got it all, leaving her with none.
She became a prostitute, to get money. But there was something lacking in her life. Her sunshine.
Until it appeared as man in a suit. They talked and laughed together. as if nothing was wrong.
But then there was.
Oh, so very wrong.
He was murdered.
And Rosa was going to find out why.
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[Story Placed in Early England, 1924. I may use some old English words, so if you don't understand something, ask!]
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