Happy Halloween?
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Halloween is the one time monsters can come out and not be called monsters. Some are scared while others are going to go all out. It's the season of tricks and treats. Yet the monsters will only care about tricks. They would never suspect love at this time of year.
Yet maybe.......just maybe two monsters will find more of a treat this Halloween.
Will there love go above and beyond or will the Halloween spirit crush there desire?
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