My white knuckles make a fist as I glance at his mysterious crunched face. His bushy eyebrows cover his grotesque round forehead. No! One could ever imagine what was going on in his berserk mind. (Crudo) shhh! We do not speak of his name. Crudo hated children with a red hot sizzling hatred. We never not on your life look into his eye’s. The legend says if anyone dares to look will rapidly turn into concentrated cold stone.
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