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Not yet, she said.

I’m not ready.

Won’t be.

The darkness is too much.

Not yet.

(Well…how about now?)

No, not yet. Not ready yet.

Too scared of the dark. Too scared.

Monsters live under my bed. And sometimes they try to eat me while I’m dreaming. Not yet. If I see them I will die. I will drop down and melt and die and be gone forever. I can’t look at them, it’s Biblical.

Not yet.

(When you’re ready the light will shine. Just tell me when you’re ready. The monsters will be the ones to melt as soon as the light shines. When you’re ready, just say the word.)

Not yet.

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