Monsters
My mother used to tell me when I came to her crying late at night, terrified, holding something to my chest.
"Oh sweetie, stop crying. Monsters are real."
"And they look like people."
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My mother used to tell me when I came to her crying late at night, terrified, holding something to my chest.
"Oh sweetie, stop crying. Monsters are real."
"And they look like people."
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top