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Miracle of Halloween

Miracle loved riding the fog She glided gracefully around the tombstones Feeling spirit eyes on her Traveled past the cemetery gates Enjoying Halloween night more than ever There she goes again, a ghoul said. Every Halloween, his goblin friend replied Miracle was over four hundred years young And she never changed up her routine. She would be easy to mug, said a demon. I could bite her neck, a vampire said. But what would be the point?

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Date: 6/2/2022 11:14:00 AM
Good point. Four hundred years old, you say? Oh, well, then she should be given full rein to do whatever she pleases. And I guess she does.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/2/2022 10:27:00 PM
She is super confident Hank; SUPER CONFIDENT! Like Trixie.