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The werewolf held a pumpkin shaped bucket. In it's massive paws it appeared comically small .

"Twick o' tweat? Oh, um, and no chockit, pwease."

I looked up at their puppy eyes, just visible below my door frame.

Beside them, a vampire dressed as a cheerleader rolled his eyes; behind them both a barely corporeal ghost struggled to keep their sheet on.

"Is... a tummy rub a treat?"

The werewolf's tail knocked over all my jack-o-lanterns.

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