Roses ~ (a Dance Moms Fanfic)
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He gave her a Rose, she smelled on it smiling and grabbed it with the other hand "ouch." She looked onto her bleeding finger "I hate Roses." She whispered "but I don't exactly hate him..."
story idea by @DM_Writer_101 (hope it's okay that I changed it a little
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