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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“I-I
already told you-“ He desperately stuttered out, nervous of someone
hearing them. “When I drink it gives my body a euphoric rush of..
certain emotions, and it also keeps me alive.. It’s like having to eat
vegetables and drink water. I gotta do it or there will be consequences
like extreme fatigue, and wild hunger..”

Carlos nodded again, typing into the ipad. “Okay then… cool. THis is all very interesting.”

But then Carlos realized that Skip seemed kind of off. “Hey… are you okay?” he asked.