HAZEL
I point at the photo booth, adjacent to the carousel. “If you’re up for it, I was hoping we could get our photos taken.
“Are you kidding?” He grins. “Of course I’ll like to have our pictures taken.”
Still holding hands, we approach the booth. I’m relieved that we meet it empty. We step inside the booth, closing the curtains behind us. It’s so compressed in here, but it isn’t stiffling. It’s cozy. Again, I feel that rush of exhilaration. Just like I had felt it during the Ferris wheel ride.
“I’ve never used one of these before,” Asher plays with the wires on the wall. “How do these work?”
“Hold still,” I have a few coins in my purse. I take out some of them and insert them into the machine. Then, I press the red button. “Okay. We’re on. What poses should we make?”
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