With a miscreant’s smile, Trent splattered Mrs. Arneson’s jack-o’-lantern against her driveway.
The teen convulsed, grotesquely withering down into a pumpkin.
He felt the old woman lift him from now discarded clothes. “Stay for a spell, I need to carve a new one.”
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