It was the only way. The only way he could get what he wanted. That day at the county fair was going to be remembered for longer than he knew how to count up to. All the way up to eight years maybe! That is almost forever! No more holding hands with my kid sister. She’s yucky. I’m sick of her. No more sharing candy with her. Alone time. Just a man and his hat and no sister or parents or anyone. No one can see me. No one can find me. Is anyone looking for me? Hey!
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