And, just like that, I'm a teenager again. I'm not fostering false hopes, or any.
I'm just happy to be alive, today.
I see that you think me a wolf in a sheepskin. You're not mistaken.
I've got the ears to hear you the better.
I've got the eyes, to find you. And for you.
And I've got the teeth...
Do you remember that rehash on the story I wrote last summer, my not-so-little Red Riding Hood?
Even if I end up a pelt on your back, a huntress's trophy, I'll be your wolf.
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