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the stilts were red and shining with the polished wood underneath, there was a body and a hat laying on the ground. the man appeared to be asleep and the hat was covering his face as he waited for the next performance.
Jared yawned, moving the hat away and blinking rapidly at the sun, even though it was fading, it hurt his eyes to look up at it so he looked over at the big tent instead, knowing everyone else was stetting up for the next act.
the stilts wobbled as Jane balanced, her five year old feet were barely big enough to make them work, but that wasn't going to stop her.
she wanted so bad to be able to perform like her mom and dad in the fair. she was just going to need a lot of practice and then she would be ready. it would take determination and planning for her to be able to get the time and not be caught by her parents.
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