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"Rae!"
"Where is that girl?" My manager, Amanda slammed her fist onto the register.
The amusement park was normally crowded, but today it was just out of control as we were holding the weekend fair. I ran through the noisy children, slipping my hat on, as it was apart of our uniform.
"I'm here, I'm here!" I erupted through the door, panting as I spoke.
"Help the customer." Amanda gave a quick nod to the waiting child. "You're on shift with Jimin until two o'clock today."
"Amanda." I furrowed my brows and folded my arms against my chest.
"It's only two hours, I think you can handle it." She tried to help the situation.
"It's him I can't handle." I pouted while walking over to the customer.
I've known Jimin for almost all my life. I can clearly remember the exact day he moved across from my house. We were both kids, maybe five or six. It was the year 1972, and I showed up at his house wearing pig tails and a pink skirt.
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"Knock knock knock." I hit my small fist against the door.
I beamed a quick smile, preparing to meet my new neighbors. I began to giggle excitedly as I heard footsteps come towards to door.
"Hi, I-I'm Rae." I batted my eyelashes as I stared at the small boy, my height.
"My mommy says I'm not allowed to talk to strangers." The boy crossed his tiny arms.
