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It's that time of year when the crisp, brown leaves begin to fall cool, brisk days, pleasant all. Pumpkins are carved and mauled by youth donned in capes, vampire tooth; carnival rides and booths, such fun! Cake walks and candy won Spooky times after sun has gone. Form Info ▶︎ Preorder my new book!
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