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He said,
And one night it had happened, some time around eight. I was on my way home and was running quite late. I was out on the street; I was not yet a teen, just a lad barely twelve out on ol’ Halloween. I had just left a friend’s, where his dad told a story, a Halloween tale quite macabre and quite gory. Now, the story he told had no meaning or plot, it was just a grim tale m
