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Same shape.

Same everything.

“No fucking way.”

“What?” Willow asked.

I didn’t answer.

Sebastian pulled the mask over his face.

My breath caught.

Him.

Except-

Sullivan does the same.

My mouth fell open.

There were two.

Two identical masks.

I couldn’t stop staring.

They both disappeared, neither looking my way.

“Rave, let’s go.” Willow says while pulling my arm to the exit.

I had no idea which one of them I kissed tonight.

But something told me this wouldn’t be the last time.

And next year, I would be right back.

FIFTEEN

ONE YEAR LATER

6:03 P.M.

Still two hours left.

Well, one hour and fifty-seven minutes.

Not that I was counting.

I was absolutely not fucking counting.

The fair hadn’t changed.

Same lights stretched above the midway. Same music fighting to be heard over screaming kids and carnival games. Same smell of fried dough, popcorn, and something greasy enough to probably take five years off of my life.

For everyone else, it was just the fair.

For me, it was the longest two hours of my life.