One & Only (Slender's Daughter Fanfic)

One & Only (Slender's Daughter Fanfic)

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I'm Black Rose Flores, 16 years-old and is living in a peaceful house with my pet cat Ginger. You're asking who my parents are? Well, let's just say they died when I was 14, resulting on me living alone with only a cat. They got enough money for me to live in their house. They were kind enough to inform me with their last words that I am just adopted which affect me alot. I was sad and alone but that was about to change. Everything changed when I saw that smile, when he brought me to that place, when I met them all and when I learned who he was. Those events changed me. They changed Black Rose Flores, the once innocent girl.
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