Placeholder: The lights are out, and the battle begins. You know the monsters are coming, and you have a plan. First, the werewolf appears. No problem. You know the tools to get rid of him: silver (your tiara) and light. You win, of course, but the ruckus causes a ‘cross’ Nurse to appear at your door, telling you to stop playing with toys and go back to bed. You dutifully let her tuck you back in. But on the next page, your eyes are open. ‘Nurse was scared of monsters. Let Nurse stay in bed.’ You keep fighti The lights are out, and the battle begins. You know the monsters are coming, and you have a plan. First, the werewolf appears. No problem. You know the tools to get rid of him: silver (your tiara) and light. You win, of course, but the ruckus causes a ‘cross’ Nurse to appear at your door, telling you to stop playing with toys and go back to bed. You dutifully let her tuck you back in. But on the next page, your eyes are open. ‘Nurse was scared of monsters. Let Nurse stay in bed.’ You keep fighti

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The lights are out, and the battle begins. You know the monsters are coming, and you have a plan. First, the werewolf appears. No problem. You know the tools to get rid of him: silver (your tiara) and light. You win, of course, but the ruckus causes a ‘cross’ Nurse to appear at your door, telling you to stop playing with toys and go back to bed. You dutifully let her tuck you back in. But on the next page, your eyes are open. ‘Nurse was scared of monsters. Let Nurse stay in bed.’ You keep fighti

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