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Rose

I was out to burn this prom to the ground, to burn out this sadness that dwelled in the pit of my chest and watch the smoke evaporate into the atmosphere, to solo dance till my legs gave out.

I was a bit strong to carry that out.

I was not here alone. Miss Beatrice was here with me and Morris; of course, we couldn't leave him behind.

They just had to be there to take pictures with me and go back home, I was going to get back home on my own.

“Rose Clifford!” Miss Beatrice's high-pitched voice bounced from the vinyl interior of the car straight to my eardrums

“Yes, Miss Beatrice Clifford.”

“Now I need you to listen to the fuck up.” She said the f-word inaudibly as she didn't want Morris to pick that up.

“When you get in, please, I beg you, young lady, do not try to get drunk. Don't break any stuff because I'm not gonna pay shit.”

Saying shit inaudibly.

“Got that?”

“Got that right ma'am.”

Only if she had never tasted anything other than freshly squeezed fruit juices.

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