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May 2019
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.
Written by
Laura
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   Bogdan Dragos and Khoisan
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