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The front hall closet’s where I’m hid, behind a winter coat, and as I stand here quietly, I know that soon I’ll gloat. You see, my sister, yesterday, scared me half to death. I vowed that I’d get even, once I’d caught my breath. She laughed and called me “Scaredy-cat”. I yelled and said, “You’llContinue reading “Boo!”