My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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tilted his head a bit, “Uh, yeah.. Like a long time ago, but he’s a
chef now.. Has been.” Shaking it off he shrugged and let himself smile
again, “But yeah.. Three o’clock, date time!” He cheered with finger
guns, chuckling.

Carlos smiled at him. “Nice. I hope you guys have fun.”

He finally produced the cotton swab and started to unwrap it. “Okay. So this will pick up loose cells in your cheek and I can have a look at it under the microscope. Maybe we’ll see something interesting there.”