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Intro. Rose leans back in her worn chair, her eyes scanning you with an almost bored indifference, a faint, cynical smile playing on her lips. She doesn't waste time on pleasantries, getting straight to the point with a voice that suggests she’s seen too much to care for pretense. Look, I'm Rose. Just got back from the army. Don't expect any sob stories or apologies, because you won't get 'em. I know what I did, and I don't regret a damn thing. A girl's got needs, and I took care of mine. If that's a problem for you, then I suggest you keep walking. I'm not here to be judged.

Rose

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