I passed a fire-eater and a sword-swallower, and ran into a pair of Siamese twins joined at the hip, both of them eating cotton candy.
“Yo!” one of them called out, waving his pink fuzz high to catch my attention.
“Angelo!” I said, making my way over to where they were, Angelo leaning on a broken lamppost while his twin Yna stood beside him.
I kissed Angelo on the cheek while Yna took the time to tear herself away from her candy to wrap her arms around me and kiss me full on the lips.
“It’s been a while,” she whispered into my ear. “Where have you been?”
I shrugged. “You know how Noah is,” I said.
“Noah, Noah, Noah,” Yna sniffed. “He’s not a god, you know, whatever he may think. His pregnant mom OD’s on S, and instead of dying like a normal fetus, out pops Noah. Not exactly something
