Rosalie and Rosalind
Rosalie and Rosalind were ageless, like me. Kinda. They stopped aging in their senior year of high school. A bit early for us Ageless, not that we realized it at the time, you understand. We had so many other things on our minds. All of us trying to graduate. Me trying to get over losing Julie and Alex. Them trying to keep me going. Forcing me to keep going. I’m not sure I would have made it through all that without Rosalie, Rosalind, and a few other close friends. Those that could take a punch and not go down. Bench press a car. Wrestle an angry timberwolf. The little things like that. There weren’t many of us, but there were more of us than a town our size should have had. Not that I noticed it at all.
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