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It was Halloween night, the one night every year the ghosts of Murder House could leave the property. Tate had decided to leave the city, knowing that as soon as the sun rose he’d be transported back to Westfield. He was wandering down the street, looking around curiously.

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“I’m sorry.” Tate smiled apologetically. “That sucks.” He checked his watch. Twelve o’clock, he had five hours til sunrise. “Want me to walk you home? I’m just exploring the city and it’d be nice to see more of it.”
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            "My friend's boyfriend dumped the bowl of punch on me," he sighs. Running his fingers through his hair. 
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/ sksks if you feel the need to babe—
            
            Tate grinned softly, “Halloween’s okay. It’s the only night of the year I’m able to get out.” He said. He looked the other boy up and down. “Either everyone at your party was drunk or you went through something bad. Don’t feel pressured to tell me which, I’m just guessing.” The blond scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
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