Monster

It was a tradition, on Halloween night, to watch the kids run up and down the street, pretending to be sailors and pumpkins and terrifying beasts. It was a tradition, on Halloween night, to pretend that he was a normal child, no claws, no fur, no scars.

It was a tradition, on November first, to sit and to ruminate — to think about the life he could never have. Monster, monster, monster. You are a monster.
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