I have a trick-or-treating horror story:
One of the houses in my neighborhood growing up was near a col-de-sac of huge houses. Each had to have been worth about a million dollars. I remember this house in particular because it had this long, steep driveway that went up a hill, behind the other houses. It always took a couple minutes just to walk up it, but it was worth it. The people who lived there gave out king-sized candy bars to anyone who went all the way up to their doorstep.
I didn't know that one year, they moved away. I made it to the top of the hill, and the new people who lived there weren't giving out candy.
Whatever else you wanna rant about.
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