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World's Fair brings them here, like moths to a flame. They come in droves, expecting to see new and
interesting inventions. They hope to see things that will forever dazzle and
expand their minds and long to witness the mesmerizing lights that illuminate
the dead of night in hopes that it will brighten their bleak, little life. They
want to feel more significant than the small towns they have traveled from. Far
from their families and the safety net of familiarity, they seek out the
exhilaration this city has to offer.
But the excitement they will find is not the
thrill they have sought after. It will be swarming with trepidation and fright.
They have stepped off of the trains, full of wonder; however, they are not
prepared for the predators that linger in these crowds. Not just me, but humans
as well, are waiting, patient and calculating, in the shadows here. So many
sheltered folks, ignorant to the ways of a boogeyman, pouring into the streets
and directly into our paths. There is no reason to fight off the other monsters
here. There are plenty enough victims to share. After all, there are so many naïve
people here, and like the moths to a flame, they too will be consumed.
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