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Who are you?" Tinkerbell wondered, tapping me on the shoulder with her small, green wand.

"Robert Redford." I raised my voice with the music. "Do you live here?"

"You don't look like Robert Redford," she decided, taking in my ordinary trousers, loosened tie, and rolled up sleeves.

"That's because it's a Halloween party," I half-shouted. "I'm wearing my guy-next-door costume."

"Oh!" She nodded eagerly. "It's a good one!"

"Thanks," I said, leaning closer. "Who lives here?"

"I don't know," she replied. "You wanna dance?"

"Maybe later."

My nose itched beneath a cloud of bitter smoke. Cloves, pot, maybe something burning on the stove? The music made me wince. I didn't particularly care for crowds and I didn't know my neighbors. I'd never borrowed a cup of sugar or gotten their morning paper by mistake. They were strangers with a stereo, that's all I knew, and I had to work in the morning.

"You need an orgasm!" Frankenstein's monster shoved a plastic cup into my hand. Something pink with a