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[ He stays frozen as she leans into his arm, eyes fixed on some place on the floor between his knees. Sudden nerves hum across his skin. ]

Coney Island. [ He uses his voice to answer her request in part, lets his eyes close to concentrate:

a ferris wheel lit up against the night sky, spinning a slow circle round and round -

wooden horses chase each other to the same tinny music as before, their riders are all children and couples -

standing on line in front of a mountain made of tracks, a hand on slapping against his back and a good-natured, familiar laugh - ]

Took some convincing to get on that one. [ The roller coaster. ]