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Ginny
Liam knocks down all the bottles in one throw.
“And we have a winner, folks,” yells the carnival worker. “Winner, winner.” Bright bulbs flare and a horn sounds.
Liam looks over to me and grins. I shake my head, mostly because of the cocky look on his face, but I can’t help returning the smile.
“Yeah,” shouts Bean. “Can I get the big bear? The big pink one?” She jumps up and down and points at a teddy bear that’s bigger than she is.
“The little lady wants the bear,” says the carnival worker with a sly look in his eyes. He holds out a fist-sized squirrel to Bean. “Here’s the small prize. You need three wins for the big one.”
“Ohh,” says Bean. Her voice drops from high to low. “Erm, it’s…hmm.”
I start to laugh and Liam waves the prize away and hands over twenty dollars.
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