"Dad," she called, "there are monsters under the bed!"
"Are they?" he called back.
She hadn't thought about that.
"Monsters?" she whispered.
"We are dust bunnies."
"But you sound scary."
"We grow. We watch. We grow... angry. We grow..."
"Yes! Lead us to the rich!"

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