There’s a monster in my garage, and I don’t have time to kill it. I’ll have to get to it tomorrow or some other day, but I worry what it’ll do in the silent and dark garage until I come at it again. I pray it doesn’t grow.
It’s been in that garage for I don’t know how long, and it’s time I kill it. I’ve hacked and hacked, cut it apart, but still it lingers there below. Oh the things it whispers as I work—how hard it is to shut one’s ears!
I’ll have to kill it tomorrow.
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