'Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, and all those in between. Step right up to Cirque de Xadia, see death defying acts, beauty not found anywhere else in the world, aerialists and strongmen and fire eaters. I can guarantee that this show will change your life! Step right up, step right up!'
Soren snorted.
It was a bit insensitive, really. Step right up. He would if he could, but instead he waited impatiently for his father or sister to wheel him into the big top. He hoped they had a level spot for him to be parked, where he wouldn’t be in the way, or roll backwards, or get stared at by little kids. Maybe his ticket would be cheaper, considering he’d brought his own chair along.
‘Claudia,’ he complained. ‘Hurry up, people are staring, and the sparkly man says this show will change my life or something.’
‘Claudia,’ he complained. ‘Hurry up, people are staring, and the sparkly man says this show will change my life or something.’
How little he knew.
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