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Rose Garden Part III

The students could smell the turkey as they walked down the hallway. As they made their way to the dinning room, they saw a enormous dining room table filled with food. The chefs were busing cutting up the turkey and placing it upon the plates.

“Please sit, no need to stand around.”
The young students gathered around the table, selecting the chairs to sit on. The cutlery was shuffled, the plates scraped upon, drinks raised high. As the students ate their meals threw the evening and well on to the night.

“Fran might ask you, why demolish such a beautiful home. Why not donate it to the museum; they would love to gather tourist and local people to hear the stories.”

Fran looked at Mary for a moment before answering. “Well my dear I wouldn’t want this house to go on any longer. It is like me, the dieing days are among us, we must blow into the wind.”

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