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Myths and Legends: The Search for (can't tell you that)

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Solve the puzzles. Find the clues. Finish the story. - I was a basket case. I was losing a piece of myself. The closer he moved toward me the more frightened I became. His hands, those strong but gentle hands of a father, had transformed into something maniacal. Wrapped in a paper towel, his index finger and thumb pinched together like the claw of a crab closing in on its prey. I tried to scurry away but I was pinned against the wall. As my father moved closer I felt a new wave of tears building. I knew it was going to be the most excruciating thing I had ever experienced. There was nowhe ...

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Solve the puzzles. Find the clues. Finish the story. - I was a basket case. I was losing a piece of myself. The closer he moved toward me the more frightened I became. His hands, those strong but gentle hands of a father, had transformed into something maniacal. Wrapped in a paper towel, his index finger and thumb pinched together like the claw of a crab closing in on its prey. I tried to scurry away but I was pinned against the wall. As my father moved closer I felt a new wave of tears building. I knew it was going to be the most excruciating thing I had ever experienced. There was nowhere to go and nothing left to do but scream.“No, stop!” I cried.He paused just long enough for my mother to sweep in and offer a way out. “Well I can do it,” she said in a nice, calm, soothing voice.I had a choice - the p
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