At the core, deep in a chamber lit by a single, impossibly beautiful crimson rose the size of a bus, was . She didn't fight. She spoke. Her voice was a harmony of all the women CJ had lost: his mother, Kendl’s worry, Catalina’s rage, and a soft, maternal sadness.
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Then he saw Sweet. His brother. Not as a garden statue, but as a man, fist raised, yelling, “Stay strong, CJ! Don't you let no weed tell you what’s right!” At the core, deep in a chamber lit