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It is What we Do on Halloween

Does Dedra look strange to you? I asked her cousin. No more than usual; he replied. She’s crazy as a dozen. A dozen hyenas? A dozen cats? A dozen fleas? Don’t ask me, he said. She’s always been a tease. Look at her costume, I pleaded and implored. She’s truly something else, so strange-adored. It is called Halloween, it’s what we have in the states. I thought that it must be odd; her face had grates. It’s a mask, he told me. Don’t worry a bit. She’ll dress in rags and have an all-out fit. It’s what we do in October on Halloween. So, I decided to believe her cousin, Dean.

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Date: 10/8/2022 8:25:00 AM
You are so right, Caren. It is what we do on Halloween.
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