The Unwanted Luna Revenge
She turned to me and smiled at me, handing me a rose.
"You know a rose flower right?" she asked, her piercing gaze making me uncomfortable.
"Yes. Everyone knows roses," I responded, not the least interested in what she was saying.
"Well, of course," she laughed.
"Okay...." I mouthed.
"You see, the rose is so beautiful and elegant. It symbolizes love and affection," she spoke.
Why was she saying all these things? I don't even care.
"Well, even though the rose is beautiful, it has thorns," she continued.
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