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Mr. Bugsley's face was a fright to see, with a pale ghost face that looked like it was peeling with scars slashed across and beetle black eyes and a smile that had been split upwards with a knife.
He was a large man who moved slowly and wore a black and white striped long-sleeve top with black board shorts underneath.
All the kids would run quickly if they saw him, even if their parents tried to tell them he was no monster.
Parents never saw monsters as kids did.
Who are the monsters in this world and are they right in front of us?All Rights Reserved

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