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I really do remember when you only came home trick or treating when your arms hurt from the weight of you lugging a pillow case which by now had been flung over your shoulder gripped white knuckled as there was very little fabric left to hold. You had already given up on leg cramps, they meant nothing. The only way a house was off limits was if there was tall weeds in the yard, broken windows, and obviously vacant. The only other possible way a house could deter you was perhaps a chain link fence and at least two dobermans off leashes. Lights out in a house only meant you must knock harder and be more persistent. You also felt extreme pity for any kid who was stuck with a plastic hand help pumpkin to hold candy in, you already knew it was barely a step above a flimsy paper bad whose handles would soon rip by the end of the first block. Hell the only real danger beyond said leg and arm cramps, was the parental theft factor as they "needed" to check your candy for all the possible "questionable" candy - that always seemed to be the better candy they would steal for themselves.
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