As she rode the Merry-go-around it suddenly struck her as the perfect metaphor for her life: the same cheaply painted characters moving in the same circle until they at last break down and are replaced. She pressed her cheek against the cold support impaling her gaudy horse, closed her eyes, and wished for someway -anyway- out of this life.

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