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Grandma rose belongs to
Angel and Caroline belongs to (me)
~~~~~~~~~~~Story~~~~~~~
Angel ran fast into the park making sure nobody was following her, she lays by some roses bushes. Her body covered in cuts and bruise from caroline, her so call "boss".
She looked down trying to think of something, anything really, she takes a deep breath and let's it out slowly, " Thank god, I was able to save Chad and his at the old abandoned church with Smith.. but the poor little guy is sick now...Shit...I..I need to find someone to take care of him...I can't do this mothering shit..." She said in her mind, she was broken from her mind when she heard a old lady maybe late 50's talking to roses. Angel lays there thinking but she started to sneeze then looks around her seeing she was around roses and she was allergic to roses. When she looked backed up she saw the old lady looking at her, "shit" She thought.