Sweet words. Gentle deceptive balm. Help, love, to belong together, to come back again— words, sweet words. Nothing but words. How many words existed for this simple, wild, cruel attraction of two bodies! What a rainbow of imagination, lies, sentiment, and self-deception enclosed it!
— Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

Little Red Riding Hood…

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