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Abigail Elizabeth Ottley

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Of Little Red Riding Hood, Grandmas & Wolves

‘So, come five o’clock, I pull into the yard with a dozen yellow tulips on my car seat. They are glorious, resplendent, like an armful of sunshine, wrapped up in cellophane and tied with a shiny orange bow. I am inordinately pleased with myself, looking forward to making my entrance. What a great guy I have turned out to be.’