--tell me a story, she says.

--there isn't any tonight, I say, but that is a lie. There are always stories, stacks of stories, heapes and keeps, and bushels and boxes of sweet and tattered tale to piece together. At length. And in horrible ways.

She knows this.

--Once upon a time..., I say.

<<agé chose>>

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