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You pull her into the carnival, blinded by this image you've made for yourself.

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The more rides you get on, the further you get into your fantasy. One created by your blind hope.

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Though she resists, you still end up going on almost every ride twice.

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That is, until she stands in front of you and forces you to look into her pink eyes.

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"Stop," is the first word she's said all night.

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