It’s really late. No Trick-or-Treater has come to the door in a half hour at least. Surprisingly, the doorbell rings. Rising from the sofa, stretching, and yawning, a half-asleep SpyGurl8 slowly walks to the door. On the porch is a Festival Plate with a Strawberry Ghost Ice Cream Lolly on it. Happy Maraween!
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