They're mostly not strangers
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Soon after, our son started to have nightmares about the strangers who were going to come and put him in their car. He thought he would have to go and live with them.
The writer's ego, ergo...
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I puffed out like a puffer fish and plastered my Number One Bestseller status all over Facebook anyway. And I rang my mother. She rang almost everyone on the planet. You probably got a call.
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