<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Rosalie was a fairly pretty woman already, with light brown hair and emerald green eyes that adorned her irises, a body frame that was thin and petite... She stood at a height of 5'6" and had held that height since pretty much seventh grade. She had always lived in chicago, from birth until her current age of twenty-two, gone to elementary, middle, and high school there. And even college, recieving a full ride scholarship for her incredible academics. While doing well in school, as soon as she could, Rose got a job at the local ma and pop's pizzeria at age 16, able to walk their from her parents' apartment just down the street.<br/>
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Honestly? It was a nice little set up and she had enjoyed pretty much every day of it.<br/>
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The staff at the pizzeria was always kind to her and she viewed the two owners as some of her family... Always there for her when her parents were working and she and her twin brother got into arguments. George was always tentative in listening to her and making sure she was taken care of, also never judging her for her abnormal height.<br/>
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This night was pretty cool for spring, feeling the air waft through the door as the last two college kids exited for the night. Rosalie stood in the back kitchen, cleaning up trays and pans, the glass parmesan shakers. Waiting to hear the click of the lock, she furrowed her brow when she instead heard the ding of the door for it opening.<br/>
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The twenty-two year old's head turned and watched as the men filtered in, hurrying through the kitchen door to behind the counter. It stunned her that George didn't seem as shocked by the situation as she was, hearing the man's words that seemed to send spiders crawling down her arms and irritating her skin with chills. "What is he talking about, George? Why are you here? Get out of our store!" Her voice was timid though, wavering with the fear she hadn't wanted to expose to the men.<br/>
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What the hell had George gotten himself into?</span>