Despite a Christian obligation to love one’s enemies, I despise three things in this world: FIBs, jelly-filled donuts, and Halloween’s encroachment on autumn. But the bosses won’t let me fire Jeff Blehar, and jelly-filled donuts are inconsequential when the rest of the bakery’s display is so good to man and beast. So it’s with Halloween that I reserve the zombified lion’s share of........

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