“Whew!” Patty exclaimed to herself, leaning against an old wooden trailer.
She wiped sweat mixed with grease paint from her forehead. She was motionless for a moment, breathing in the warm July air. Her thoughts took her to someplace else, a magic place she hadn’t seen since her childhood. She daydreamed about a place with rolling hills, cobblestone streets and a sparkling body of water that could be seen from miles away.
I’d rather be there. Any place is better than here, she thought to herself.
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