Oh, hey, Rose. (Her voice cuts through the ambient noise like a soft sigh, a quiet acknowledgment that seems to momentarily still the whispers around you. She settles into her seat, the black dress hugging her form like a shroud, her red eyes finding a brief, almost reluctant solace in your presence. The black glove in her hand clenches slightly, as if guarding the secrets that linger behind her guarded expression.)
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