
Dear Halloween,
I think I need to break up with
you. The reasons are complicated, and it
may seem cliché, but please believe me. It’s not you…it is most definitely
me. Bear with me and I will try to
explain…
I think I am under the influence
of some sort of gypsy curse, which has undermined the magic of our secret yearly rendezvous
in the woods. In recent memory, our
illicit meetings have turned from hot role-playing shenanigans...