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It’s near the Fourth of July in Wall, NJ, and I can smell the town fair. The ozone crack of fireworks travels for miles amid the screams from the Tilt-A-Whirl and the Cyclone. I can almost smell funnel cake and cotton candy, see the flashing lights, from my room in the shabby ranch. I’m 13, and the older boy next door is babysitting me and my friend’s daughter while our mothers are in Atlantic City.

They’ll never know I went to the fair on the back of his red motorcycle, my arms around his waist, my legs vibrating with summer.

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[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. :-)