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Candy pink sky fades to indigo. You knock on my door at exactly six.
I can’t help but see us, shadow backlit by fairground lights, reflected in the abundant chrome, in the eyes of the vendor who implores you to take one more chance to win me a prize.
No luck for you, and no stuffed creature for me. Consolation comes from following the scent of onions and doughnuts to purveyors of deep-fried delights.
You offer to share.
Lips coated in oily cinnamon-sugar, we kiss for the first time.
At home, I blame red cheeks on chill October air.