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I went as Sweetey Todd. Bloody butcher's apron, pink corduroy tabard printed with little hearts all over it, black skirt, a basket covered in Horror Headlines and filled with sweets, and hair up in cutesy bunches.
I received groans, giggles and only one blank stare when I told people who I was. The blank stare was from a Canadian who had never heard of Sweeney Todd, Demon Barber of Fleet Street. |
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