A three-year-old witch costume rips. She shivers and sparkles under a dripping moon her matching shoes marching ahead, her matching hat getting caught by the bark of an outstretched tree branch. Excitement, fun size skittles scatter into undistinguished black bags. Plastic orange pumpkin buckets swing keeping a cadence of hard candies. Dum dums drum and thrash the insides of werewolves and Tinkerbells alike. Little angels wiggle their soggy wings toward warm minivans at 8:01 when waiting mothers finally disband the demons.
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