Ride For Our Lives

Ride For Our Lives

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A breath of cold air hits my face as I enter the chilling forest. The alarm bells are loud and urgent. I turn to face the once happy castle I called home for 15 years. I turn away pulling the black hood that my grandmother made for me over my head. I clutch her old basket. The once phnomial little red riding hood was dead. The only person left is me. Her granddaughter.
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