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*kicks self for getting involved...*
But Tish just wanted to be written. How could I say no, when she demanded so impolitely with that secretly pleading look in her eyes?
I'll do a quick character sketch for you guys in case you want to use her before I get around to writing more:
She's in her mid-twenties, and used to be a very cute blonde. Now she's got short black hair, wears a lot of silver jewelry, and spends her nights with lit candles and poetry anthologies. Her house is very small, of unknown age and color, with an infrequently mown front lawn (her elderly, bored, neighbor does it for her without invitation). When she's not at work (editor of a local newspaper that prints, she's frequently heard to say, nothing of interest or importance), she eats Indian food and plays piano. She doesn't own any forks, dislikes everything (not really), and wishes she had the sort of temperament to give long, bitter tirades.
Her reason for hating Halloween is that her parents never let her go trick-or-treating as a kid.
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