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I stepped out onto the midway. I was looking for the pirate |
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ship and saw this small, old tent at one end. It was blue, |
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and had white lights hanging all around it. I decided to check |
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out the tent, it seemed I could hear music coming from inside. |
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As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd of people at the sideshow. |
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I couldn't figure out why they would want to wait in line. I |
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pulled back the drape thing on the tent. There was a crystal |
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ball at the table, and behind it, a girl wearing a hat. She |
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smiled, and asked me if I wanted my fortune read. I said okay, |
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and sat down. I thought about it for a minute, and asked her |
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if she would rather go on the roller coaster instead. |
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Creeping up into the sky. Stopping, at the top and, |
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starting down. The girl grabbed my hand, I clutched it |
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tight. I said good-bye to the ground. |
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Far below, a soiled man. A bucket of torn tickets at his side. |
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He watches as the children run by. And picks his teeth. Spinning |
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'Round, my head begins to turn. I shouted, and searched the sky |
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for a friend. I heard the fortune teller, screaming back at me. |
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We stuck out our hands, and met the winds. |
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The girl falters as she steps down from the platform. She |
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clutches her stomach, and begins to heave. The ticket-taker |
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smiles, and the last car is ready. Who told you that you |
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could leave? |
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The sun was setting by the time we left. We walked across |
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the deserted lot, alone. We were tired, but we managed to smile. |
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And the gate I said goodnight to the fortune teller. The |
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carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face, but I could |
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tell she was blushing. |
