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I think that when the inevitable unauthorized autobiographies of my life begin to come out (expect one at your favorite bookseller about the same time that Hell freezes right the hell over), one thing will be made abundantly, irrevocably clear:
I am an embarrassingly slothful person. And if it weren’t for the Puddinette, I would never have owned an iron.
Okay, so maybe that’s not exactly Earth-shattering knowledge. Let’s follow that up with something a little more fun, then. How’s this: I’m genetically predisposed to love me some stuff adapted from Grimm folk tales. I mean, Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltskin, Rapunzel? These are all fantastically dark, twisted tales derived from Germanic folk lore. How you can you not love them and their sinister plots?
Random aside: if you wrote a collection of stories today that included as many children being eaten throughout the compilation as tend to…
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