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Sunday, September 6, Day 98
Afternoon, the Carnival

I feel bad that I ain't seen Zann much this week. We both just been workin' too hard, and I'm so tired at the end of the day that I don't feel like goin' out much, but even so, sometimes I just don't feel like stoppin'. I was gonna go out yesterday, but it started rainin' and I just kept on workin', way into the night. I know the Carnival was goin' somewhere near me, but I couldn't hear it, couldn't hear nothin' but the stars. They burn brighter every time I paint them, and last night I swear I saw the comet move...

But my Zann's brighter'n any of the stars I paint, and when I hauled out of bed this afternoon I was lonely for her, more'n I been for days. I miss her. And heck, but I'm hungry.

So it's off to the cooktent to see what they got left from breakfast. I ain't the only one comin' in for breakfast at one in the afternoon, not after a Saturday night. Business ain't what it was three months ago, and that's got folks grumblin', but there's still people comin' back to try the games and see the twins.

I got muffins and coffee, lotsa coffee. It ain't like the stuff they got at the cafe with all them fancy sprinkles and whipped cream and stuff, but it's still real good, and I snitched some chocolate syrup to put in it too so we can pretend it's mocha. The cups feel good in my hands, all solid'n warm. I'm cold a lot these days, but my hands're the coldest. Fall must be comin'...

Ain't got hands to knock, so I just yell when I get to the door of Zann's trailer. "Zann honey? You up yet?"

[Open to Zann]

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[genny-duvall.livejournal.com]

Sunday, September 6, Day 98
Afternoon, the Carnival

I feel bad that I ain't seen Zann much this week. We both just been workin' too hard, and I'm so tired at the end of the day that I don't feel like goin' out much, but even so, sometimes I just don't feel like stoppin'. I was gonna go out yesterday, but it started rainin' and I just kept on workin', way into the night. I know the Carnival was goin' somewhere near me, but I couldn't hear it, couldn't hear nothin' but the stars. They burn brighter every time I paint them, and last night I swear I saw the comet move...

But my Zann's brighter'n any of the stars I paint, and when I hauled out of bed this afternoon I was lonely for her, more'n I been for days. I miss her. And heck, but I'm hungry.

So it's off to the cooktent to see what they got left from breakfast. I ain't the only one comin' in for breakfast at one in the afternoon, not after a Saturday night. Business ain't what it was three months ago, and that's got folks grumblin', but there's still people comin' back to try the games and see the twins.

I got muffins and coffee, lotsa coffee. It ain't like the stuff they got at the cafe with all them fancy sprinkles and whipped cream and stuff, but it's still real good, and I snitched some chocolate syrup to put in it too so we can pretend it's mocha. The cups feel good in my hands, all solid'n warm. I'm cold a lot these days, but my hands're the coldest. Fall must be comin'...

Ain't got hands to knock, so I just yell when I get to the door of Zann's trailer. "Zann honey? You up yet?"

[Open to Zann]