The most Bob ever saw at one time was seven. Or maybe it was eight. He never could remember precisely; only that it was a lot, and it scared the shit out of him.
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The most Bob ever saw at one time was seven. Or maybe it was eight. He never could remember precisely; only that it was a lot, and it scared the shit out of him.
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He began dreaming about them, and they rose up from the tables and turned into monsters with long claws and sharp teeth. One night, he woke up screaming and his mother rushed in.
ReplyDelete“Bobby,” she said as she sat on his bed stroking his hair. “Did you go into that room you weren’t supposed to?”
Ooooh
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