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Dear Diary,

Hubble Rubble, Cauldron Bubble,
3.85 years and lots of trouble!

I could not find a Toad, so I had to improvise a bit on the rest of my Halloween potions. Anyway, I am practicing for Trick-or-treating. This will be my third Holloween candyfest. I barely finsihed last year's loot, too.

Now what was that cheerfull song Dad was listening to... oh, yes:
The Black Queen chants the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring,
To summon back the Fire Witch,
To the court of the Crimson King.