After Rose rose from her grave, the Morose exposed their jealousy. It was yellow and mellow, just like a banana-flavored jello in which he dipped his ripped body. She couldn’t understand and neither could she stand the toxic smell emanating from the devastated land. Hence, she gathered the band of ghosts and reanimated posts, and together they invaded the long coasts of extrapolar singularity...
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