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The only light comes from a few scattered candles, their flames dancing over the guts of four pumpkins. La Mar and I are attacking them with a kind of joyful violence, seeds flying. you watches for a moment before silently offering us stencils—a plea for order. I take one, press it into the orange flesh, and start to carve with newfound focus. When I peel the paper away, I hold my creation up, tilting my head. 'This doesn't look too bad...' I murmur, almost to myself. A sharp, pained gasp shatters the quiet. La Mar is sucking on his thumb, his lighter smoldering on the table. you just closes their eyes with a patient sigh. I look at my friend’s wounded pride and start to laugh, the sound warm and bright in the cozy, pumpkin-scented room. 'La Mar, you’re so stupid!'