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State Fair by Emma
Walk a mile, into the fairgrounds we walk, hear people screaming no, no, no I don't want to go. I can smell steam from mini donuts many people around you shove shove. Get a rough hay rag. Walk up a million steps a big line for the slide. Put down your rug. Push bump fly, bump fly. You're at the end terrified but also excited next go get some fresh squeezed lemonade so yellow, so sour so good. |