littleredridinghood

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Once upon a... NO! That's not how they always go.   "Slaughter and feast!" This was the code I grew by, "Be the beast!" Why should I? Try as I might, I felt beaten,
The girl walks home, alone at night. Her red hood is pulled over her ears, to cover any howls she might hear. She is greeted by unfriendly wolves on the street,
The girl walks home, alone at night. Her red hood is pulled over her ears, to cover any howls she might hear. She is greeted by unfriendly wolves on the street,
Little Red Riding Hood walked through the thickened wood, traveling to her grandma's house not really thinking about a spouse, low and behold she caught someone's eye, but it really wasn't her perfect guy,
I was always jealous of her clothing.  Not because of what she wore,  But due to the magic in her protective red.  Her pale complexion 
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