[ Everyone has their stories, Red knows that, so the real question that remains is whether or not a stranger's stories are worth any salt. The world is full of people and each person has their tales to tell. some of which are boons while others are just burdens. Sad tales, happy tales, fairy tales — it doesn't matter. Red is hungry enough to want to taste all of them, to hold a morsel of them on her tongue and decide for herself as to whether they're delicious or not.
Red has a way of smiling, even when she doesn't. It's something to do with the set her of eyebrows, the shape of her mouth and the tone of her voice. ]
But you were once upon a time, [ she ventures. It's not a question. ]
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Red has a way of smiling, even when she doesn't. It's something to do with the set her of eyebrows, the shape of her mouth and the tone of her voice. ]
But you were once upon a time, [ she ventures. It's not a question. ]