She played every carnival game like it was her destiny to win.
She hoped and gasped
and jumped up and down and bit her bottom lip.
It was almost tragic when she lost.
Even her freckles seemed to fade.
The hardened carnies always always took pity
and gave her the grand prize.
She thought about them as she sat across from him
at what would be their last dinner together.
As much as she'd played like he was her destiny...
as much as she'd hoped and gasped
and jumped up and down and bit her bottom lip raw...
Odd, he thought. It's as though her freckles just faded.
Right before my eyes.
She never ever won the ring toss.
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