Awkwardly standing by the mini funfair ride, Joe could not help but fidget with his fingers and wring his wrists. A perfectly formed translucent bead of sweat slowly trickled down from his greasy, matted brown hair past his left temple then taking the unusual route of rolling unto his cheekbone then gradually making its way to his inner cheek. He was right near the baby blue and white spiralled poles attached to mechanical multi-coloured horses on an unusually, cloudy and rainy New York's summer’s day. The young adolescent could not conceal his emotions as his lips trembled and his face whitened. Passersby could see that he was clearly disturbed. “You okay, sir?” boomed a tall and hefty carousel supervisor with a wide, friendly gleaming grin across his face. His countenance was that of a jolly Santa Claus and his round beer belly made this more apparent. Joe continued wringing his wrists then a tear emerged from within his eyes then down his anaemic looking cheeks then another and another. Preoccupied by his thoughts, he completely ignored the man (who he believed was better suited working as a nightclub bouncer than a ‘My Little Pony’ carousel worker). The man shrugged...

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