Storybook Questions
You asked me for a story, and, for the first time in my life, I didn't have one for you.
I had told you so many, you didn't know why this one was any different.
You begged.
I had never seen you beg before. You'd asked for stories, and you'd always received them. I didn't know they meant so much to you.
You begged, and I still refused.
Maybe that's a testament to my willpower, but maybe it's just that you know my stories - all of them.
You know all my stories, and I don't have anything left to share.
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