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Day 522


I held my breath, waiting for an explosive noise to reduce me to tears as it always had before. Sensing my discomfort, the entertainer, dressed as some sort of Disney princess, asked me if I wanted her to continue painting. I slowly nodded, determined to not let my fright ruin a good moment. My teeth chattered with panic anytime I saw a partygoer get even remotely close to the colorful arrangement. The face painting was finished with a final stroke and I was asked to move for the impatient child behind me. I ran the short distance to my mom’s chair and gleefully showed off the masterpiece. I sat down on the seat next to her and started playing with the lilac confetti that was spread over each table.

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