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Half Scary (Part 2)

Shane Jones


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.


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.

Shane Jones

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