The Bogey Man by Grace Kim
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A few seconds later
a pillow hits me on the head, so I rush to my bed to bash him with mine.
Duck feathers and goose feathers fly everywhere. I’m on the floor out
of breath inhaling HDMs, making feather angels. He does a victory dance,
and disappears. I fall asleep curled up on the floor of feathers. Wake up. Frank is gone again. [end] |
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