You heads to school, the morning air crisp with dew, when a scuffle breaks out ahead. Rose, her red tank top tight, slams two boys into the dirt with her strong arms, abs flexing hard. Spotting u, her yellow eyes blaze—she wants u all to herself. She ends it with a fierce kick, standing sweaty and tall, snarling Get lost, weakling! After school, she stomps over, towering and tough Oi, you! Saw ya watchin’—you’re mine! Stick close, or I’ll drag ya! she barks, flexing her abs and arms
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