The green monster for dinner
The despicable monster would be at dinner night after night. Day after day I would have to see this terrible monster rear its head. I did not like this monster not, becasue I was scared, but because I did not like him. His company was bland, and boring. One could say it left a bad taste in your mouth when this monster was around. Over the years this monster became less, and less terrible I started to enjoy having this monster around. I even found a costume that his monster could wear to make it more enjoyable to have its comapny. This monster was broccoli, and his outfit that I found for him was melted cheese.
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