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Easing the door of the coat closet closed, the child huddled inside, knowing the lumbering monster would pass her by. It stalked down the hall. Thump. Thump. Thump. She leaned back against the bulky vacuum, smelling dust and the echo of her mother’s sweet perfume. Oh, when would they come home? She hated this babysitter.
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