Tell me whimsical tales of sad princesses and handsome princes. Tell me about the time you convinced the beast to let your heart keep beating. Tell me about that one stormy night when you heard a child prayers being carried on the breath of the wind. Speak softly, I’m drifting to a land so far away that your voice is my only comfort. Only a comfort that let me lay my eyes closed and wait for morning. Let me hear you clear your throat before you shut the book and place it beneath my pillow.
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