Somewhere in the past history of my blog I believe I wrote about the Widdle Brover and his fear of clowns. Well, he fears more than that thanks to his dear Big Sis. At the ripe ole age of 7 I had him read Stephen King's short story "The Boogeyman" and even until today he sleeps with his closet door open. No, I'm not kidding, he read it at 7-yrs-old, he's a bit of a genius (you know the type, alot of brains, lacking a tiny-bit of common sense) and has been scared shitless about what might come crawling out at night. So this post is to you Darius, I plan on printing it and leaving it on the fridge for you. Sweet Dreams!
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