There are wolves, they would say. And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red. All alone in the woods. About to get eaten up. Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth.
The silence ends, the change is near.
I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.
the moment is coming
Nice to meet you, Rose, now run!
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Because she deserved more than me. She deserved someone who could give her the whole universe.