The Unlikelies

Me: There’s a carnival tonight.

And that was where we went. We ate loads of cotton candy and bit the hard, glossy shells off the candied apples and smeared one another’s faces with the powdered sugar from the fried dough. We rode the Ferris wheel, over and over again, and tried to win giant stuffed animals but failed miserably, probably because the games were rigged. There were a few annoyingly long lines and two of the rides were broken and Alice found a long black hair in her raspberry slushie.

But other than that, it was amazing.

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