I first saw her in front of the carousel. She was gesturing
towards it, but I didn’t notice anything other than her beauty.
I saw her a year later, again at the same place, once again
trying to entice a young man towards it.
A year later, it was a different young man, but the same
general, and futile, attempts.
I missed the next year, as I was left behind in the last
town to recover from a broken leg.
But the following year, I finally spoke to her, offering her
a free ride.
She declined since she was pregnant.
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