One year I had a bad Halloween. Just a terrible haul by any metrics. A few days later I was down to the dregs. I had some candy corns left in my sack, a peep or two, maybe a popcorn ball and an apple with a razor blade in it. And then I swallowed my pride and did the unthinkable...
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I probably mentally aged 40 years eating my first peanut chew but hear me out... this is one of Halloween's best kept secrets. I instantly grew hair on my chest and developed wisdom and fiscal responsibility. It's not the best candy... but it's the right candy when you need it.