Frightful
From a young age, I had an overactive imagination. It started with my Oscar the Grouch bank when I was four. It was about a foot tall and Oscar's eyes were stealthy Oreo's that followed my every move. Rather, I watched him with nail-biting fear. As I grew older, I added things to the list that scared the beejezus out of me. Some of . . .
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February 26, 2015
