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Lying Little Red Riding Hood in specs #6

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“Whatever you do, go straight to Granny’s house. Don’t talk to any strangers along the way. The woods are dangerous!” called her mother after her, suddenly lowering her voice at the end lest one of her neighbours heard, given that one of them, she didn’t know which, had dobbed her in to Social Services once before on the basis of her heavy drinking.

“Don’t worry Mum, I promise I won’t speak to any strangers” lied her daughter over her shoulder, adding, under her breath, “let’s hope someone offers me some sweeties, because this poxy ice cream won’t bloody last long!”

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