“We’ve got to get that junk out of the attic sometime soon,” my mom tells me.
I flip a page in the book I’m reading. “You mean you’ve got to get that junk out of the attic?”
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Halloween was my favorite holiday. Every year, my best friend Sam and I ventured into the night with one goal in mind: bring home enough candy to last until Christmas. To accomplish this, we stuck to the north side of town — a rich neighborhood that gave out choice candy bars and other sweets. One house even made caramel apples. Sam and I both agreed, however, that the best house in the neighborhood was 465 Andover Court. Unlike the others that shelled out candy at the door, or hosted apple-bobbing competitions on their front porches, 465 Andover brought their Halloween party to the front lawn. The young couple that lived there set up a grill and several lawn chairs, and served hot dogs and burgers to all the cold, tired, and hungry trick-or-treaters.
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