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“But the best nights were the ones when Granny would heave the old fairytale book off the shelf and beckon Horace to her chair. “My eyes may be failing,” she’d say in a whispery croak, “but the stories never do.” And Horace would then spend a good hour transfixed at her feet, sometimes using both hands to keep his jaw from lolling.”- Emily Kinney

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