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There's something in my room. I don't like it. It's
big and ugly, and it keeps looking at me. I try to ignore it, but every
time I look back, I see it staring at me again with its big ugly eyes.
I haven't seen it move yet, but it's watching me and drool is dripping
out of its big ugly mouth from between its big ugly teeth. It makes me
angry, and I want it to go away. I look straight at it to show it I'm
not afraid, but it just looks back at me. I shout loud, but it doesn't
get scared. I have to hurt it. I raise my right hand, and for the first
time, it moves, raising its own big ugly hand to stop me. Its hand is
covered in big ugly scales and bumps, and it has big ugly claws, but
I'm not afraid of it. Before it can attack me, I swing my arm and hit
it as hard as I can. There's a loud noise, and my hand hurts a lot. My
hand is bleeding. This makes me even more angry, and I look back at the
thing, but it's gone. I don't know where it went. There's nothing in my
room now but a lot of shiny sharp things on the floor where the thing
used to be. But at least the big ugly thing is gone, and if it ever
comes back in my room, I'll be ready for it. |
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