When I moved back to the small town where I grew up, years after my folks had moved away, it was for many reasons. One of those reasons being, there was no event quite like the County Fair.
I loved the House of Mirrors. It showed you for who you really were. Beautiful, Ugly. Depraved.
I often recall my experiences in the House of Mirrors as ones of great pleasure. One after hours dalliance taught me the true, raw nature of the carnival. That delicious summer night in my youth opened my eyes, and I learned the real fun on the midway happens after dark.
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