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“Mommy, what are you doing with those shots?” Lucy winced and froze. Conehead’s body became as rigid as stone. His nails twitched and dug into the metal table. His head slowly turned and didn’t stop until it had spun completely around with a sickening snap. He stared directly at Lucy.
Mean Spirited
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