David S. Atkinson The Flavor of that Brach’s Milk Maid Royal Was Either Memory or Prophecy, though that was Overwhelmed by Vanilla Caramel MY UNCLE HANDED OUT CANDY from a coffin at the end of his driveway one Halloween. Scared the shit out of me. He dressed as a vampire and popped out when anyone walked by. I raced past to the house only to have to turn back to actually get candy, which I'm sure he thought was funny. I remember as one of many things that shouldn't have frightened me but did, masks and haunted houses and such, but then I thought how he didn't live long after, ran a car in his garage. Was I afraid because he was decked out as dead‌or could I see where his life was going? It was probably nothing. I was scared by many ridiculous things then. Still, I keep wondering if there might have been more.
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