Tall strangers with white ghost faces and blood smiles. Smilies to some, evil grins to others. The little boy clutched his mother's leg and glared back defiantely, baring his teeth for all to see.
She couldn't understand the constant good cheer, the ever positive outlook on life that her friend possessed. It baffled her just as her neverending stream of energy did. It was almost inhuman.
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