[She lets out one very dry laugh.] No. [Her mother wasn't a story-teller, and if she ever told stories, Raven tuned them out as ramblings of a drunken woman. She hadn't been put to sleep once with a fairy tale, and she read all the stories she knows later, when she was older and her mother no longer traded everything for booze.
It makes her swallow a sudden burst of dormant rage, and down it with a longer sip of beer.] No, some of us never heard one.
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It makes her swallow a sudden burst of dormant rage, and down it with a longer sip of beer.] No, some of us never heard one.