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Black demons were snarling outside your door. You found their hoof prints in the snow. Don’t worry; I’ll take you where they can’t find you and I’ll cover you with quilts and kisses. My kisses won’t make you think of small black spiders, crawling on your neck, and the black demons will stay far away; I won’t need them any more.