Summers spent at the lake included trips into town, which was filled with colorful cafes and sprightly stores stacked like a children's library full of vibrant books. Directly next to the sugary scented candy shop was the haunted wax museum, with a life-size Frankenstein dummy by the entrance. I was terrified, assuming he might awaken, and would beg my father to carry me. This time, however, he made me walk right up to him. "See? He's not real," dad chuckled, as he poked Frank's chest. As my dad turned away, Frankenstein grabbed my shoulder and growled, "That's what he thinks."
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