Should I happen to purchase a pumpkin around this time of year, I tend to develop a strange and largely irrational affection for said pumpkin. My excitement to carve pumpkins grows until the moment arrives, at which point I quickly become bored and I end up with a rather generically carved pumpkin. This year, I named my pumpkin "Steve." Steve was a perfectly plump pumpkin, with a slight lean to his posture, allowing him to look up at passersby with his creepy grin. Thankfully, my interest in carving did not wane as quickly as usual; thus, Steve was graced with spooky eyes, a flame nose, and curled smile. If I can compliment my own work, I must say this is the best pumpkin I've ever carved.
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