Through the Rosebushes
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Last published Thu, Nov 24, 2022
It is a pleasant summer evening, when our main character finally has enough of being cooped up inside her dull, cold home all day. She has never been beyond the rosebushes at the back of her colossal garden- but today it changed...
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