We didn't stay at the party long, though. There were scary guys there. Someone was dressed up like the rabit from Donnie Darko.

After seeing him, Caroline spent a half hour curled up against me, hiding her face.

Caroline: "I don't like that scary guy."
Me: "Its ok, he went over to the dance floor, you can come out now."
C (hopeful, but still not coming out): "I think he went home".
Me: "Well if he did, you can certainly come out."
C: "I think he went to another party, maybe. A party with bigger kids who like to be scared."
She never did pull her face out of my side, and eventually we just went home.
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