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Night has fallen, shrouding the poorly-lit street in a strange gloom that you can only describe as heavy. You look up at the wooden door before you and shift the package under your arm, knocking on the door.
There's a moment of scuffling before a female voice calls out; "Come in!"
You open the door to find a pink and forest green viscet on the worn tiled floor, carving a bat into a pumpkin.
"Hey, Keisha," you say, and she looks up at you, immediately smiling. "How are the kids?"
"They're fine," she says as she stands. A few are missing family, but that's to be expected."
"The Miller boy?"
"...Especially him. It's only been a few months since he lost his parents." Keisha sighs, obviously troubled. "I'm hoping he'll participate this year. He desperately needs it."
"Well...I brought you something."
"Oh, the supplies!"
"Yes, and..." You take a wad of dollar bills from your pocket.
"No, no, I can't possibly take this—"
"Keisha," you say forcefully, taking her hand and putting in her palm. "Take it."
"I—" She hesitated. "Okay," she agreed with a sigh, defeated. Drawing her hand away from yours, she gives you a smile. "Thank you."
