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‘Any cigarettes?’ he asks when it’s clear I’m not the audience he was hoping for.

I shake my head.

‘Food? Drink?’

‘No.’

‘You’ll have to leave your wallet.’

‘Right.’

‘We’ve got lockers. Will you be wanting to buy tokens?’

As if I’m going to the fair, as if this is something I’m excited about.

‘Tokens? What for?’

‘Tea. Coffee,’ he says, enunciating each word carefully as though I’m slow, or hard of hearing. ‘You can get hot drinks from the vending machine before you go in. But you need tokens.’

‘That’s okay. I’m not thirsty.’

He shrugs. Suit yourself.

He finds me a locker, stands too close while I place my things inside. My hands are shaking, I tuck my elbows into my sides to steady them. Hope he hasn’t noticed.

The metal door clangs as I shut it.

‘Right then,’ he says, hands on hips. ‘Ready?’

‘Yes,’ I say, although I’m not. I’ll never be ready for this.

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