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Look at this little dork, I said to Jimmy, gesturing out the second floor window.

Jimmy, who was putting his new John Lennon record on his turntable, paused, and glanced out.

He still had black and white makeup on, making his face look like a skull.

His older sister, Shelley, had helped him with it.

I liked Jimmy.

He was one of my best friends.

But I must admit that Shelley was one of the major reasons I liked coming over to his house.

Anyway, Jimmy made a face like he'd just smelled a fart.

That's Ben Willard, he said. He's a little troublemaker, lives right across the way. I'm pretty sure

he was the one who egged and teapied my house last year. I looked back out the window at the

nine or ten-year-old kid who was walking

down the street in his pajamas. As I unwrapped another piece of candy, I noticed he didn't

have any shoes on. What do you think he's doing? I asked, sticking the candy in my mouth.

Who the hell knows with that one? Jimmy said, returning his attention to the turntable.

Imagine had just come out a month ago, and Jimmy was obsessed with it.

Personally, I preferred Zeppelin.

Their newest album, Led Zeppelin 4, was due to be released in November.

And as the last two hours of Halloween night ticked by, November was fast approaching.

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