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I could not control myself. I was so into this it was scary. Karen was almost as bad as me. Shirley lent me this really cool gun with a super long barrel. Everything else was already in my closet. Karen made her skirt with appliqued felt. This was a good costume year. Just adding a sheriff's badge made a costume.