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It was a miracle to finally have peace and quiet throughout the day.I had never felt more relaxed. The night came around and I was off to bed, when I heard the rustling of the piled leaves outside my dusty window that I had not noticed. It seemed to be coming closer and closer towards my bedroom window. I began to get nervous and frightened, for I didn’t know what or who it was. I then heard the banging of something outside the window and rocks being thrown like huge catapults from outside the house. I then bravely looked out the window and screamed like a wild monkey that had lost his favorite banana. It was little red chief and that little demon was back! I couldn’t bare to stay there a second longer, so I ran out of my tiny house that was

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