Black Rose spun around the meadow. There were deer, flowers, and the sun setting. A tear ran down her cheek. "This is beautiful." She сказал(-а) as the wind blew in her mane. Silver Tune smiled and hugged her. "I write my songs here. It inspires me." They walked to the bench. A deer went up to Black Rose and it snuggled on her. Black Rose pet it. "Black Rose, it feels like I can tell Ты anything..." Silver Tune said. Black Rose looked at her in the eyes. "I feel the same way...I have been wanting to tell Ты something...". "Really? What is it?" Silver Tune questioned. "I...I...I have been adopted...."...
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