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A childhood belief about monsters

When I was 6 I thought there was a hunter and his bloodhound and they would always try to kill me and put my head on a wall as a trophy. I would always hide under the covers at night when I was sure they were coming. And then one night, I pulled off his jacket, and they turned out to be a bunch of baby chickens stacked on each other's backs who just came to give me candy.

— Shirley B.

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