Dear Lover,
I had a grandfather who would travel two hours.
Each and every Halloween evening.
Post himself behind some tree.
Or behind some car's tire.
Would wear a long, white bed sheet.
And a horrific goblin mask.
Waiting there.
For that moment.
When I walked past, trick-or-treating.
To jump out and scare the living daylights out of me.
I just thought you should know.
You can bet I'll be doing the same thing to our own kids.
Love,
Me.
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