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THEY SPOKE THROUGH BYTES AND KEYS her hopes held high he hopes she is as pretty maybe this time in the real world he would be the one not that it matters much -We should meet- -When & where?- -Thursday, Earl's on Robson, noon- -How will I know you?- -Carry a yellow rose & I'll find you- a yellow rose? a yellow rose uncertainly unsure wishing for a red one she deserves a red one YELLOW ROSES ARE FOR FRIENDSHIP lunch was perfect lunch was a success he's everything she's pretty too she dreamed a big bonus must it end so soon it'll make it sweeter -Walk me home?- -With pleasure.- THEY HELD HANDS WALKING THROUGH THE PARK TALKING, GIGGLING STEALING KISSES UNTIL THE LAKE she knew him he knew she trusted instinctively instinctively she knew he felt it he knew it was time this will change this will refesh everything everything THEY STOPPED TO LOOK AT THE VISTA SHE LEANED AGAINST HIM HE WRAPPED HIS ARMS AROUND HER FROM BEHIND she relaxed he prepared content tensed to fall in love to share her love THE BLADE BIT INTO HER NECK SLICING SMOOTHLY HOT BLOOD SPILLED THE ROSE FELL NOW STAINED RED ROSES ARE FOR LOVE
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