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Twenty-Nine
Monsters are not the scary creatures we see at night.
They are not double-headed ugly creatures.They are the ones we call friends,They could be us.****
One Hour Ago:
The walls were closing in on her. The pounding sound of her heart could be heard from miles away. She was a good detective, the best, but now, if she gets
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