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i pick up a rose and it crumblys
"oh no the rose is sick"i whisper
i pick up the petals and go home
"momma momma im gonna make it better"i yell
"okay sweety"she says
i walk up the steps put the rose in my bed
pull up the covers&head down stairs "momma momma wheres the souuuup"i say "no honey no soup"momma says
"okay momma"i say
i start to make souuup
i head up stair carfully as can be
set the souuup next to the rose
"here ya go pettals"
then the is starting to get better "ahhhhh the rose is beautyful"clapping my hands together
comon rose were goin out sideeeee
im outside putin the rose in the garden when allthe sudden the rose gives baby butterflys then the butterflys atack the little girl and kill her and the rose drinks her beautyful red soup "hell ya im better more beatyful red colores"






i dont like red flowers i like black...cuz my bloods red noooot black