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"We have to come back to the carnival tomorrow," Dad said as he threw the keys on his old coffee table.

"Why?" I respond.

"Because I have to go."

"Oh, father-"

"Have to."

"Please..."

"I suppose you could stay here-"

"No... This... No."

"Then your coming. And you are going to stay with me this summer."

"For a month."

"Caroline... Just come."

"I will."

I walk into the room to go to bed... Unlike the house, it was clean and smelt good. It was cool... But the window was open so I ran over to shut that. Got into my pajamas and laid in bed... Tomorrow will be stressful.

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