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In comes a suspicious looking Carnival worker toting a black garbage bag slung over her back, clearly containing items of true wonder and amazement, judging by the bulges in the weatherworn glad bag
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| Hello…. judging by your uniform you work for the carnival, eh? | |
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| Why yes I do, do you have any vodka? | |
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The Carnie starts Mumbling to herself, should I get vodka? No I shouldn’t, they wont like it if I get vodka, but will they find out?
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| I am watching you, don’t try any carnie magic in here, we don’t take to kindly to your kind around here | |
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| I buy my friends things, random things with no purpose...its what I do | |
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She roams the store for about 15 minutes buying strange trinkets and random booze blowing around 100 bucks then packs it all into her glad bag and heads off on foot back to the makeshift Carnie town.
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| Oh go for it, treat yourself. | |
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| I better not, oh should I? | |
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