She stared at the building covered in dead vines and wildly gyrating roses. Amara stifled a laugh as she watched them dance. "Could you do me a favor?" Mollie pushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes with a shaking hand. "Hmm?" "The roses have started doing the Macarena, and it´s freaking me the fuck out. Could you make them stop?
( Dana Marie Bell )
[ Blood of the Maple ]
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