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He shivered. She had a wart on her just too long nose, a budding zit on her chin. You could just see it waiting to pop. Hair gray and charcoal, smeared in a greasy way. Happily, he saw his mom. The Marylin Monroe-mask was a frightening joke.
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
Scare
He shivered. She had a wart on her just too long nose, a budding zit on her chin. You could just see it waiting to pop. Hair gray and charcoal, smeared in a greasy way. Happily, he saw his mom. The Marylin Monroe-mask was a frightening joke.
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
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