English-Miss Peregrine's Home

I had to escape from all of the terrible monsters with rotting skin, tentacles for tongues and horrible black eyes. I grew up in a children's home, where the sun always shined and nobody ever died.
Jacob, don't believe him!
Really??
What is happeni-
Nooooooo! Grandpa!
But I have to find the bird, in the loop, on the other side of the old man's grave!
Acute stress
I know. You can.
The island! We're here!
What are these?
Where does this go?
Where am I? Did you just make fire with your hand?
It's Sep. 3rd, 1940. You do as I say if you want to live.

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