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Description: Get me back my pumpkin, you ugly fiend! I yelled with an angry, perplexed face as my veins were softly boiling. In the cold of that November evening, as even the wind was whispering harsh words, I expelled the desire to stop what I was doing. I had to take them, they were mine, mine alone, before I even set my sight on them. No accursed raven or crow should have the power or dignity to steal this spirits temporary homes. I hadn't sought any succour as my ego didn't allow me that, my only help was my indomitable spirit to succeed in this non-trifling trial of blood.
