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Taught About Monsters

Her high anxiety kicked in at the age of three her parents said. I was horrified, shocked, were they daft in their head? No one is anxious at the age of three. That is crazy, right? She told me “the ghost monsters come out in the middle of the night.” Where are they in the day time? I asked the four-year-old. They are riding the subways, carrying lunchboxes of gold. I did not dare ask the child what they had in there to eat. She has been raised by monsters, Silly Barbara and Pete.

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