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As I sat in the brightly lit kitchen doing my homework, I suddenly realized that someone was intently watching me through the nearby window. I slowly turned my head around hoping that it was all a dream, but I am disappointed to find out it was real. I could hardly see through the smoggy window, but I could see that it was an adult male. He was about seven-feet tall hunched-back and by the looks of it he was forty five. His grey hair told me his age. As he moved his head closer to the window I could see it is covered with charcoal black dye and his red tips in his hair were like pine’s on a porcupine. The hair was thick and chunky-black but fluffy like cotton candy. As his eyes closed in at my food I knew why. It looked like he hasn't eaten

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