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"Tonight," declares Mother, "is going to be the best damn Halloween ever! It's going to rock! It's going to roll! It's going to be the Halloween everyone talks about for ever and ever and ever!"
   You and your sister - dressed as a short, fat scarecrow and a wasp respectively - just nod numbly. Mother comes up with these strange notions from time to time and has the tendency to drag you and Lisa into them for 'your own good'. Protesting is pointless. As is running away. And pretending you've suddenly died of a freak heart attack. a key...

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