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The wind whipped
like a circus master whipping the lions to the bone,
The gloomy gnome beckoned me towards him,
The mighty nightie, with no one wearing it, crept cruelly down the rickety
stairs
And I felt petrified.
The forest felt as scary as a zombie creeping towards
me
The sand swayed from side to side trying to eat me alive
And I felt scared.
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