It is November.
We didn't get any trickertreaters last night except for two guys with buckets dressed as Pilgrims. I was in the shower at this time but S told me all of it.
Dad and H were about to leave for Maghrib. H opened the door and Mom told him to close it. She didn't know there were trickertreaters at our door. But apparently, they were ADULTS, dressed as Pilgrims and they had buckets. They were saying untranslatable junk.
That was all. I guess from the past years the kids of our neighborhood know that we never answer the door for Halloween.
The ennnnnnd.
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