The Last House On The Block
It was cold that night, way colder than any Halloween should have been; so cold that my mom and her best friend, Melinda, didn’t bother to get out of the car while my best friend and I stomped the sidewalk. I don’t remember what we had dressed up as, just that my breath puffed out ahead of me and I could hear gravel crunch beneath the tires of my mom’s puke-yellow hatchback.
I posted this over a year ago, but since it's nearly Halloween, lets revisi...
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