Red Hood
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MatureOngoing13m
Last published Wed, Apr 8, 2015
They wouldn't let her live, wouldn't let her die. Everywhere she
looked, every corner she turned, there were eyes. They whispered her name in
fear and curiosity. Red, her name, the color she wears, the words she speaks.
(My version of Red riding hood)
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