Red Hood

Red Hood

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 8, 2015
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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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