Jody

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“White ones,” I whisper, eyes filling with tears. His eyebrows pinch in concern. “Please, don’t cry. If you don’t like white roses, I’ll paint them red for you.” “No, never do that.” My blood sprints too fast through my veins; I feel dizzy.
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