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“Yeah” She scanned the area “Maybe it’s closed? We can just leave”

As soon as the words left her lips a man appeared in a Vaudeville outfit A straw hat set on top of his head The red-and-white pinstriped sports jacket, white button-up, red bowtie, and white pants were straight out of the nineteen fifties

“Step right up to the Tunnel of Love, folks” It should have been chared her borrowed jacket closer to ward off the coldness that threatened to seep into her bones Clark ushered her over to the boat, holding her hand as she stepped down into the vehicle that bobbed in the water

“Enjoy your ride” There was a strange look in the operator’s eyes she couldn’t quite place Watching hian to drift into the darkened passageway, a frown turned down the corners of her lips

“Did he seeaze to Clark

“W

e are at a carnival”

“Yeah, that’s true” She smiled

Ducking down to eye level, he stared “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“There was actually so on her finger, spun it around to disperse negative energy as she trained her gaze on her lap

“What’s up? You know you can tellThat’s what best friends are for” Their boat bumped the one in front of them “Pile up in the Tunnel of Love”

She laughed, but her heart wasn’t in it The apprehension from earlier returned

“What were you going to say?” he redirected the conversation

“That” She glanced up at hilimpse of a shape in the darkness The clown froht behind hiue felt thick and clumsy as she opened her mouth to warn him

“Cl—”