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[size=36pt]Роуз Торн[/size]
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giving love to the world.
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It was about mid-day. Rouz was inside one of the few stone-shelters in the camp. Rouz was holding a make-shift pen in her mouth, made of a long stone and dipped in flower-ink. Rouz gave a slight chuckle thinking about it. "Rose Thorn," right? On the ground was a tablet with Russian words on it... It would seem like gibberish to passerby. At least, to anyone who didn't know Russian. Taking the stone-pen out of her mouth, she wrote on the tablet:
"Апрель Двадцать третья, двадцать Пятнадцать,
Преподавание русского идет хорошо до сих пор, я"
"Ой, черт побери его. Чернила кончились снова..." Murmured Rouz. She spoke Russian when no one else was around. She sat up, grabbed some from next to her and started "mashing" them into a thick, ink-like substance.
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