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Not that I would remember this exactly, I’ve never been to a carnival, but you get what I mean.
Each noise makes me turn my head, just observing and eating. I see something new everywhere I turn my head. Games, rides, food, fun… all in one place. Colt leads me to a game with three bottles stacked in a tower and three softballs on the table. I look at him with my eyebrow up questioningly. It can’t be that hard, can it? Three balls, three bottles? I lied. It’s fucking impossible. Three tries later and I gave up. Colt laughs at my frustration. He steps up and of course, knocks the bottles down with two balls. Are you fucking kidding me?
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