I looked out the backdoor window thinking I was delusional, seeing a bright white rabbet run across my ripped up yard. I don’t remember doing anything yesterday, and I was hoping my little sister could tell me. “Hey Rose” I said seeing her walk by. Rose is only six years old and thinks she’s the queen of the world, she has the brightest blue eyes, long black hair put up in a ponytail, a soft narrow face with pale skin, and she wore a pink dress with red hearts on them....
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