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"But mum, I'm scared to go to sleep. The monsters under my bed will get me." "Timmy, there are no such things as monsters. Your dad and I have already told you that." Timmy's mother attempted a firm expression, but she couldn't prevent a smile from hinting at t ....

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.... lips bunched together and his large, round, blue eyes rimmed with tears. "Besides, you've slept with us for the last three nights already. Don't you think it's time you stayed in your own bed?" Timmy shook his head "No". "There, there kiddo," his father soothed, sympathetically tousling the soft locks of blonde on Timmy's head. "Where's my tough little soldier, huh?" Timmy averted his eyes, attempting to avoid his father's smiling face. "I don't wanna be a soldier." His lower lip puffed out in an expression which was meant to convey anger, but which mad his father's smile broaden, thus increasing Timmy's ire. "Tell you what," hi ....