Tuberose
she asks, attempting to maintain her composure.
I raise an eyebrow, my tone filled with conviction. "Then how do you have this copy? It's securely issued, and getting an edit mode copy is not so easy, you know."
Ema's resistance crumbles, and she confesses, "Yes, I am Tuberose."
I'm taken aback by her admission, a mix of emotions surging through me. But before I can fully process the revelation, Ema's tears start to flow, and I'm reminded of her vulnerability.
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