A big yellow bus roared to a stop, the doors opened. "Going to Camp Full Moon?" the driver snarled. I raised my eyes to his face - and screamed. His face was red and swollen and covered with fleas. Angry, dark blotches swelled on his forehead - raw, fresh flea bites, dripping with yellow gunk.
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