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i'm bored. feel like typing random tragic love story.

there he was. the vision sent straight from her personal hells.
'what do you freakin' want?' she yelled
he looked puzzled. 'you'
she looked around frantically, if only she could see a red rose, then she'd know this was all a dream.
it was nowhere to be found.
he walked forward a few paces and produced a white rose as from nowhere. it was perfect. every petal looked as though it were carved from marble. the stem smooth wxcept for one razor sharp thorn.
'so close' she thought 'why couldn't it have been red?'