You were the guy with no costume and a skateboard who lined up with a bunch of trick-or-treaters in front of our house while my son was handing out candy. You took a Sour Punch from the basket. “Sour punch,” you said. “It’s my favorite because I am very sour and I like to punch.” Then you just stood there, leering at people.
“Be safe, buddy,” I told you. And I was glad you kept walking. Thanks for keeping Halloween creepy, dude.
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