Full Moons, Halloween, and Witches

"My place? You want to go home with me? Yes, of course, I'd love to take you home with me."

An hour later, Mike, the regular bartender, arrived to relieve his fill-in bartender, Joe, of his shift.

"Where's Johnny? He comes in every night for his two beer limit."

"Johnny was here earlier and only had one beer, before he left with an elderly woman with a black cat."

"Maybe she was his mother," said Mike

"More like his grandmother," said Joe. "She was wickedly old and ugly."

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