She gathered up her dolls as her parents bolted the doors of her caravan. Soon they'd be on the road, heading back to their frequently visited turf close to Venice beach. She liked it there, especially when Sean Barlow gave her a real psychic reading, or so she believed. Although that year was going to be different, there would be a new family joining their carnie group, of which provided a very talented young man as tough competition for the Barlows. In good time it wouldn't just be the boy's exceptionally talented psychic readings that'd change the life of little...
Angela Ruskin.
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They Weren't Rosy Cheeks...-The Mentalist
FanficThey weren't rosy cheeks because of good health, but scarlet because of the pain that had been cast upon them. The stress relief of their parents, the way to shake away all anguish that hunted them... And yet, what did they do wrong?
