His shovel bites shallow into the dry and cracked earth. The sun beats down and the wind blows sand against Jared’s face and hands and sweat runs down his neck and the small of his back. All around him the camp bustles with activity as the rest of the crew sets up tents and stages, gates and rides. He never thought of a carnival as a place to
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