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Day 80

Louise often took her short-lived friendship with Rose for granted, who was likely her only real confidant outside of her family. The two girls walked out of the library in a stride, going back up the cobblestone path and into Rose’s elaborate home. The house looked the exact same as it had when she visited earlier that day, just with some extra stray cups laying around or a pillow slightly out of place. Someone had clearly been there since her last arrival, which had only been about an hour prior. Rose's mother sat perched in a corner of the red room while sipping tea out of a china cup. She led Louise up their spiraling double staircase in a hurry and once again into her saffron-colored room.

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