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Myths and Memories

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I walk the streets of my little farming town and everyone smiles at each other and says hello and waves and stops to talk about this and that. But now we have a monster in our midst. A monster spreading hateful vomit. A monster making people feel unwelcome and uncomfortable in their own community. 
I know the lady and boy who have been victimized. She’s a lifelong resident, and her grandson (the boy in question) is a frequent visitor. While working at the town’s grocery store I came to enjoy the big smiles they brought with them every time they shopped. 
So far we haven’t found out who wrote it, but the news picked the story up and the police are investigating. I hope they find out soon so we can stop looking under our beds at night. 

I walk the streets of my little farming town and everyone smiles at each other and says hello and waves and stops to talk about this and that. But now we have a monster in our midst. A monster spreading hateful vomit. A monster making people feel unwelcome and uncomfortable in their own community. 

I know the lady and boy who have been victimized. She’s a lifelong resident, and her grandson (the boy in question) is a frequent visitor. While working at the town’s grocery store I came to enjoy the big smiles they brought with them every time they shopped. 

So far we haven’t found out who wrote it, but the news picked the story up and the police are investigating. I hope they find out soon so we can stop looking under our beds at night. 

  1. meganpotentially said: Holy shit. This is disgusting.
  2. oati said: All of the sad.
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