Half Scary (Part 2)Shane Jones
IV When I leave my home I see the same car. It's a white SUV with a black skull painted on the hood. The first time I saw the car I thought Half Scary was the driver. But he isn't. You are the driver. V Half Scary knocks on my door. He's holding a birthday cake but it isn't my birthday. Half Scary is smiling. He hands me a present wrapped in rainbow paper. I wait for a second. "Thank you," I say.
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