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Eli laughed as he and Adeline finished the traditional chicken dance for the hundredth time that day. Whenever they ran into someone new, the request was always the same. Before they had time to protest, the spectator would find the song on their phone and record Eli and Adeline, then immediately post it on social media for the world to see. They seemed to think their request was original, and Eli didn’t have the heart to tell them the truth.
As they walked down a small path and away from the crowd that had gathered, Adeline wiped at a bead of sweat with the back of her hand. “We’ve been on every road this town has.”
With the exception of a small lunch at the bed and breakfast, they had been walking and dancing nonstop since that morning. The sun was now beginning to sink, and Eli ha
