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This is, nothing more and nothing less, than my interpretation of the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood". However, despite this, the characters were created by myself, and the plot is very different from the original story, thus being a rewriting of a fairy tale, but at the same time an original story.
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Primera publicación
3 de outubro de 2013
Última actualización
3 de outubro de 2013
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Português (Brasil)
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