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you. When the moon is full, late at night, Chucky turns into, " and she was making awful eyes, "a zombi." "Does not."

"Does too. Eating the flesh of little children.." "Uh ungh, I'm gonna get him. Nino says I can." "He'll eat you." "Gotta catch me first. I'll get him when he's naked."

Well, she loved that idea. She didn't say so, but it as clear that she couldn't wait. But she warned, "You know, sweetie, we all are different. What works for Nino might not work for.." "Me?" "Well, I was going to say Chucky or Aldo. Who knows what will work for you? Your book isn't open yet. Right now you are a mystery. You could be a great singer, or or.. mmm..." "The headless horseman!" "Ohhhgggg. Come'on. A guy with a pumpkin head?" "Yeah!!" "Under his arm?" "Yeah!! "No. Not you. Some dufus on a horse with a pumpkin head has no class. That's the old order. You are the new. You don't destroy you build." Her dream eyes were again being pulled away to the old man who never left the shadows. Class hung in the air. Wandering thoughts, strangely drifted back to Washington Benson saying, "No class." What was class, anyway? Surprisingly, he answered his own question with the