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“Yes, seltzer bottles of water, pies in the face It’s like clowns have a chloroforuard down and turn your back” Crossing her arms under her chest, she huffed

“I think you’ve been reading too ” He shook his head

“Mock et into that place and a clown co that bitch down”

He laughed, shaking his head “I could just see that too” His gaze focused on so behind her “Looks like we’ll find out soon It’s our turn”

Her heart sainst her ribs, and her stoht Everything in her screao back” Clark moved forward and she hesitated

“Vannah?” He frowned, concern etched all over his face

I can’t wuss out He loves fun houses

“I’ave a shaky smile, forced one foot in front of the other, and followed him up the stairs

“Step right in to the house of a million faces,” said the ride worker in black jeans and a black t-shirt Clark wrapped an arm around Savannah’s waist and squeezed

At least so out of this Smoke obscured her vision as they walked inside a di out near the end, and she screamed

“Wound tight, are we?” Amusement colored Clark’s voice

“Shut up”

They continued into a large roo them

“Which way?” he asked

“Left?”