They Couldn’t Wait by Raymond A. Foss
Eager arms pulling mine, transferring the bag with the loot from one hand to another depending on which side of her little ballerina I was on Urging my steps along the side the edge of the road, pulling me to the next house the next bowl of goodies, the next special moment on her quest for candy the annual pilgrimage from home to home for chocolate, for sugar the excess of it the wonderful excess of it all
October 31, 2006 22:20
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