Rose slumped against the rotting walls of the schoolhouse bathroom. The barren lights overhead flickering a wilting yellow off putrefying paint and rusted gore of gnarled razorwire strangled the mutilated corpse with efficient metallic violence. Locked in the bowels of this stinking pit
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Listen, please, she's a little girl. This tall, *leveling her hand at her daughter's height brown eyes, long brown hair, and she's sick. It's important I find her before something happens.
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I havn't seen your daughter... I was unconscious all this time. I'm sorry.
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She doesn't say anything. Instead, she watches Rose interview other people.
Deja vu.
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(OOC: Sorry about the delay, I didn't get the reply message in my inbox)
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