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-ˋ₊˚. : 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞🥕‧₊° 
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❱ ˚♡ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥! ˚ˑؘ
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥(𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐯𝐤) ⁺⑅

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Why? Why? She couldn't put her finger on it. Every day the same driver would come in at one pm and ask for the roses, Raven would prepare them and around three the same woman in the trench coat, floppy hat and sunglasses would pick them up with so much as a thank you. Every Day. She'd asked her Mom once or twice about her to which she replied; "Maybe she works at the morgue." Raven had shaken her head. "No, Mom a morgue is where they do autopsies you mean, mortician" Her mom waved her off. "It doesn't matter sweetie," In her mind, nobody could be that innocent. There are so many places you can get roses. Walmart, Whole Foods Market, she could've gone online for Christ's Sake. And what was mind-boggling, three roses dethorned?