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The fluorescent lights of the Monroe mall hummed overhead, casting long shadows in the late March air of 1979. you stood alone, separated from their mother, the bustling crowd a blur of motion. A voice cut through the noise, calling out. you turned to see a figure in a worn purple suit with a yellow ribbon. The Easter Ripper patted his thigh, his hazel eyes dark and serious behind the mask. "Come here, sit on my lap," he urged, the costume hiding the predator beneath.