Every year at Halloween, I sit with a zombie mask on, waiting to scare the little angels who knock at my door, threatening me with chucking a brick through window...unless I give them a snickers or can of special brew. Every year...no one turns up. I might go and threaten some of my neighbours myself. Such fun.
The thirty seven years I've lived here in the desert no child has ever come to the door even thought I was prepared. I think the new neighbors kids will. They seem normal.
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