
I have loved reading
fairy tales since I was a little girl. Although now that I'm older, and I realize the horrid stereotypes and disgusting expectations that they put forth for the young, I still find solace in the familiar words. But more than reading them to myself, I love to hear them read. It is a magical

experience that I force upon any half-willing victim. From family to friends most people that have been around me have sat on my feet and read me a fairy tale or two. I'm not exactly what it is about these stories that make them more dear than the everyday story, but it is so.
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