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A look of irritation flashed over his face. "For God's sake, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not good at stories?" Rhedd asked, though it was a rhetorical question. I had asked him for stories countless times, and that was always his response. It was cute, but of course I'd never tell him that. Regardless, I always managed to coerce him into telling me a story or two. I grinned, skipping over to him and giving him a hug, burying my face into the front of his grey hoodie. "Come on, don't be like this," I cajoled him. "All I'm asking for is a story, just one. Indulge me?" He nods, relenting, and I step away, leading him to the sofa where we both sat down and I leaned forward, ready for him to whisk me away to Storyland yet again.