I don't know, but since the green disappeared from behind my ears I've always found Halloween a very fascinating time. Somehow the witch in me gets a hold and turns me into a delicious pumkin to eat for that very special fellow creature of the night. Or should that be an eating pumkin instead for indeed the same person?
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Soaping windows, smashing pumpkins against screen doors, lighting hedges on fire, stealing candy from kids, you know, just the usual stuff that makes Halloween so special to me.
