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The little girl stood alone in the wood, Blonde curls tumbled o'er her disheveled red hood. The stranger approached and offered to help. She let him direct her, unlearned in life. But he caused her and her family nothing but strife. The young woman stood alone in the tower, Blonde curls tumbled o'er her face oh so dour. The stranger approached, and offered to help. She had learned her lesson the first time though. She pulled her hair up and locked the window.
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Nov 10, 2011
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