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

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

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

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

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

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