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December 13, 2003
The Sandman is not going to visit you tonight, little Katrina, no matter how tightly you squeeze your eyes shut or how quickly you count those sheep. He's not going to kiss your eyelids like a butterfly, or pass a loving palm across your brow, or silently sing lullabies as soft as a summer breeze. No, tonight the Sandman is sending his evil twin, the Dirtman, who will toss handfuls of his namesake into your mouth to silence the screams he knows you'll make when he does things to you that your uncle told you never to tell anyone about.