The din of the halloween

The din of the halloween battlefield rages all around my house. Cats are hiding. The jaded 13 year old boys show up at the door in groups of four or five with their skateboards. They hold their school day backpacks open and remain silent. No costumes. If provoked they wisecrack and lope away slowly muttering curses. Its a combination candy jacking and sport panhandling. They want to be kids but are now into the year where they are afraid to admit it. They are a species in evolutionary limbo. They are the ones who will return to snatch our jack o

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