Festival’s End

hey herb. judge told me it’s bad enough i stink so bad i shan’t be also running around with a bunch of light tube smashers so i’m locked up till the carnival is over. tell betty i miss her and wish we could ride the ferris wheel one last time before the carnies leave for good. town sure is emptying out. can’t blame the caravan for making tracks and not coming back when the merry go round keeps getting covered in broken glass and gas masks. buy betty an elephant ear and don’t kiss her when you do it. xoxo

 

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