I hate this day. Stupid celebration. My eleven-year-olds did not even trick or treat. The eight-year-old did, but the costume was some glitter in her hair and regular clothes. She went as a "model" and begged at about twenty houses.
Gomer mini-vans from the surrounding area descended upon our neighborhood and spewed forth legions of grimy urchins bearing dirty pillowcases, hungry for as many sweets as they could lug in their scuzzy hands. They departed as quickly as they came, locust-like, focused on the next subdivision they would de-nude of all its chocolate and Laffy Taffy. It was a chilling experience, to be sure.
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