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"Roesellah's" by rkbear
Roesellah looked around the shop. It was empty, but it was hers. She had saved for years to buy it. It had large windows that had a view of the sea and the docks. A prime location that would attract the tourists to her store... now all she needed was something to sell. She knew what she wanted to sell but she didn’t know where to get them.
Roesellah had been born on Terror Mountain where flowers were few and far between. There were plenty of trees and Neggs of course but very few flowers. She’d always loved them. Her family, though, never understood this love; as far as they were concerned, flowers had no value.

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