Da-rose

Da-rose

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I call Dark. "Can you come over." Shivering while saying that. Dark said, "Sure, coming at 2:00 pm." I said, "O-okay, see ya." I ended the call. I looked out my window. I was just viewing the view. I stopped looking at my window. I set my alarm to 2:00 pm, I slept. I opened my eyes wide. It was time for Dark to come. I heard a ding dong, I was really happy he came. I walked to my door. I opened the door, I saw Dark. I said, "H-hi.". He looked at me, Dark said, "Hello, so what are we gonna do?". I looked at myself, and I said, "I don't know.". We were staring into each other's eyes for a while. I said, "Come in!". Me and dark walked in the house. I said, "Do you want to eat anything?". Dark said, "Sure, do you have some
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