chelemybelle
Every year we used to go to a festival, of sorts, whether it be the fair or Mari GRAS or just a parking lot carnival it was always the same...smell of cotton candy, unruly kids running about crazy screaming and bumping into you, the sound of workers barking out "2 tickets to ride". Typical 80s music blaring from the speakers of the tilt a whirl.
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