Rosa walks though the dense woodland with a heavy pack of her back full of food an other tings she needs on her jouney.
"why did i decide to do this?"
She thought out loud
"must i always be the unlucky one?"
Her clothes where all ripped nd torn at th edges and seems and a small cut could be seen on her white pale face.
Her face was unusually white for rosa had not been feeling well at all by this time.
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There is ever a Rose without thorns.
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