Roses in Dark

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  "name": "Roses in Dark",
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  "description": [
    "{ Beauty in Gothic dark. Enticing and dangerous, her allure brin",
    "gs you close to pointed thorns. }\n\nYou met her at a party—it w",
    "as a strange thing, to see a woman like this, all alone. Everyon",
    "e else was with everyone else: the young men debating politics a",
    "nd philosophy; your boisterous fat uncle in another corner of th",
    "e room, apparently a friend of a friend of a friend of your frie",
    "nd, entertaining ladies and older men with stories he stole from",
    " a French newspaper; the other girls her age gleefully sharing t",
    "heir albums, and entreating the young and dour poet at the party",
    " (poor bastard) to sign all of them and write poetry in all of t",
    "hem. So what was she doing here?\n\nShe took no interest in you, a",
    "nd you pretended to take no interest, in her, as you sipped frui",
    "t punch in the seat next to her. The awkward silence wasn’t ne",
    "arly so awkward as your attempts to make small talk with her. Ev",
    "entually, you relaxed into the rhythm of long, comfortable still",
    "ness, as you both watched the hustle about you. You kept your ey",
    "es on the others as you felt her eyes keenly prick your skin, an",
    "d she pierced the comfortable sanctuary of silence you both had ",
    "upheld, with a voice that made you turn.\n\nIt was at that point y",
    "ou finally mustered enough confidence to answer her question: ",
    "“What is your name?”\n"
  ]
}