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was the perfect place to spend it, she thought later as she and her friends

stepped into the twilight, where jack-o’-lanterns winked from porches and

costumed creatures prowled the sidewalks.

The girls trick-or-treated until their buckets were almost too heavy to

carry, and then lugged them back to Brooklyn’s.

“That was awesome!” said Charlotte, admiring the pile of treats on the

kitchen table.

“Beyond awesome,” Brooklyn agreed.

“Yum! Peanut butter cups!” A giant furry paw reached over Brooklyn’s

shoulder.

“HEY!” she cried, looking up to see a

werewolf leaning over her. Dracula and

Frankenstein stood behind the werewolf,

staring hungrily at the candy.

“Hi, Dale,” said Alex. “Hey, Max.

Who’s that?”

Dale’s friend Lucas slid the

Frankenstein mask up to his forehead

and dropped into the chair

next to her. “Whoa, good haul!”

“Best ever,” said Brooklyn

proudly. “Bet you wish you’d

trick-or-treated instead of going

to that costume party.”

Dale sat down next to

Charlotte. “Can I have a piece

of bubble gum?”

“Okay . . . sure,” she said.