The first thing he noticed was her hair. It reminded him of The Yew, the lost children with their drugstore make up and day-glo hair dye. But this woman was a little older, a little more confident and seemed a little less lost than the kids that frequented the yew. Of course, being unable to read her, he wasn't entirely sure. Maybe she was lost, in a different way
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Clementine grinned widely, mostly because she was feeling about five years old right then. That was one of the things she loved about Halloween. And pigtails.
Halloweens at The Sacred Yew were incredible. Kinsey never put up decorations, since most of them though they'd end up looking cheap and contrived, or 'shitty' if you asked Steve. But it was the atmosphere in the place on that night, you could feel the energy in the air, even more so than any other day. The lost children came out to play in droves on Halloween, and he and Steve played the Yew every year. It was electric.
"Happy Halloween!" he answered, his voice tinkling with laughter. "You're a bit early, aren't you?" he asked curiously, deciding that maybe he'd gotten his days mixed up, which was easy to do on an island where every day seemed just the same as the last.
"Yeah, but I found the costume, so I figured, 'what the hell?'" Maybe there was something about being the only one wearing a costume so early...something about the uniquness of the whole idea that made it so appealing to her.
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"Happy Halloween!" She said, in lieu of 'hello'.
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"Happy Halloween!" he answered, his voice tinkling with laughter. "You're a bit early, aren't you?" he asked curiously, deciding that maybe he'd gotten his days mixed up, which was easy to do on an island where every day seemed just the same as the last.
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