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There was something about fairytales that made you want to read them again and again. When you were younger you dreamed about foreign places that were forever unmapped. The places were magic worked, trees and animals could talk and the beautiful protagonist was rescued by her prince charming. As books were adapted into movies and the wonderful world became even more beautiful than you had imagined, you wished even more for a short a day to spend there, in one of the fairytale, in a big, fantasy world. It took you years to finally understand how much you idealized the stories that were told to you before bed. The true ones were filled with no