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1 " Halloween?” Sabrina Mason asked. She moved her fork around in the bright yellow macaroni on her lunch tray but didn’t take a bite. Carly Beth Caldwell sighed and shook her head. The overhead light on the lunchroom ceiling made her straight brown hair gleam. “I don’t know. A witch, maybe.” Sabrina’s mouth dropped open. “You? A witch?” “Well, why not?” Carly Beth demanded, "
― R.L. Stine , The Haunted Mask (Goosebumps, #11)
2 " Noah — get off me!” she demanded, trying to push the big duck off her chest. "
