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nothing to see here
A crowd had gathered outside the malt shop.
Some people had gotten out of the line for their blizzards.
This interested me, so I pushed myself into the crowd.
Nothing to see here! A carnival barker type was barking.
Let me be the judge of that! A woman’s voice sang out.
The crowd doubled, tripled, and quadrupled. We were big now.
I heard a cheer go up from the front, but I could not see anything.
Here he is! Someone yelled. I was thinking king or president.
More cheering. Closer to me now. I could see a tiny bit of the street.
An elephant riding a walking egg walked by.
“Nothing to see here!” the carnival barker said.
Getting it right for the second time.
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Caren Krutsinger
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