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Post by Madam Leona on Feb 10, 2013 3:20:05 GMT -5
Ah February... the month Leona loved and despised. She had married her ex husband in February. It was the month of love, friendship, and roses. And how she loved the smell of roses. Her husband had gotten a bouquet of pink roses for each of their anniversaries... except for their last two.
Madam Leona sighed, swaying about in the middle of the very vacant room. Three of the four walls were large wall windows, letting the early morning sun shine glide in. The room had been a sort of new addition of her own... the room was small but roomy enough for anyone to put in what ever they pleased. And warm.... even with the cold from the ghost being in the room.
She had noticed that Alfred used the hallway quite a bit in his rounds, and so, she hoped that having built a new room and a set of double doors with a glass frame would intrigue him and she would have an excuse to speak to him again. Oh how she tried to find every excuse she could to be able to talk to her. She even believed herself to be quite possibly... falling for him. He conversed with her and enjoyed her company, even though she was dead. From what she knew, that didn't happen often.
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