Roses. [ God, that sounds ridiculously cliche, doesn't it? She realizes this and then raises one hand, shaking it as if to waive off George's possible inner assumptions. ] My mom's name was Rose and its always reminded me of her: beautiful but dangerous when necessary.
[ Even after being stabbed in the chest, she still rose up to save her daughter. There can be no better flower. ]
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[ Even after being stabbed in the chest, she still rose up to save her daughter. There can be no better flower. ]