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Okay, so it's twenty minutes early.
I looked down at the street full of demons and princesses and all sorts of other unnatural beasties. Lots of ghosts. Probably because they're so easy to make. "I love Halloween," I said.
"Which part," Erin asked, "Dressing up goofy, the tricks, or the treats?"
"You can't separate something into its parts like that," I said, "Not when they all work together so well. It's all kinds of nifty things, squeezed into one day and stuffed with candy."
"How's that any different than how you normally act?"
"That's the point, isn't it? Everybody gets to be me for a day!"
"Which part," Erin asked, "Dressing up goofy, the tricks, or the treats?"
"You can't separate something into its parts like that," I said, "Not when they all work together so well. It's all kinds of nifty things, squeezed into one day and stuffed with candy."
"How's that any different than how you normally act?"
"That's the point, isn't it? Everybody gets to be me for a day!"