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I wrap myself in Grandma’s favourite blanket and wait.
I can still smell her sweet scent on it. She’d been so loving, so caring, so… tasty.
I just hope little Red Riding Hood has taken after her.
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Written in response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #128.
Omg! You hooked me right in!!! Poor grandma! 😄
Thank you so much Kat 🙂
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