A Rose's Thorns (Revised)
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Last published Fri, Jan 22, 2021
Her thorns were as sharp as a knife, her petals smelled as sweet as honey. He wanted a taste. Was he willing to risk being pricked by her thorns? Well, that's the fun part.
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