Halloween Story in Two Sentences

One of the moms of us neighborhood kids used to save full-size candy bars for when friends of her son would come by trick-or-treating; she did it to be nice, she did it to make us feel special, but I always felt awful for–humiliated for–all the other kids who would come by, politely receive their fun-size bars, and never know full-size bars were being passed out at that same house, to certain kids–to kids not them. I was a weird kid; I could take the fun out of just about anything.


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