...but the toys and the candy remain. You could count all my trick-or-treaters on one finger. She was a beautiful little fairy princess, about Reed's age.
I kept looking for Reed, but they didn't bring him.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
The Tumult and the Shouting Die...
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Well, Reed was pitching a fit by the time they left here. So maybe they had to just take him home.
P.S. I love your front door.
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