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My drunk, Aunt

Its’ Halloween, I am waiting for the fairy queen, She is my aunt, but mostly drunk. Every year, she turned me into a princess, So far her magic was always a success. This year I decided to be Cinderella, Wearing a beautiful dress and a shiny crown. Here she comes, but O my, she is drunk! I am nervous, what if she mess it up? And I changed into a dud? She waved her wand, to turn me into Cinderella, But then she slurred, and transformed me, into Annabelle! I’m a freaking, scary doll! Kids would not do trick a treat with me, Changed me back, I plead. But her magic can only do once the trick, Now I am a total freak. I grabbed the wand, I gave it a try, and Poof! Here I am standing, big and orange, I am a pumpkin!!

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