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Little Wonders

She loved the night. Night was when she could curl up with her stuffed animals and forget about whatever she and her mother had argued about or what that boy in P.E. had said. She couldn’t wait to be an upperclassman; that way she wouldn’t have to take P.E. anymore. Parents didn’t understand what it was like to be a kid; sure, they had been kids themselves but it changed from generation to generation. At least that’s what she believed.

Night hadn’t really scared her that much. As an even younger girl she hadn’t had monsters in the closet. Well, there was that one cupboard in the kitchen where her mother kept the canned food. It was so dark and mysterious to her when she was little; she was sure that a whole different world existed in that dark space. Now that she older, she knew better.

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