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"Is it scary?"
The little girl trembled, her hands and voice shaking. Not more than eight, the girl stood alone in a queue line, waiting to get into a tall building with cobwebs dangling from every corner. Excited voices murmured in the crowd, and everyone in the line, save for that little girl, tapped their feet, itching to go into the haunted house. The girl simply stared at it with wide eyesnot from awe but from fear.
"No, it's a lot of fun!"
The girl turned around to face a young boyperhaps a few years her elderbehind her. She hadn't been directing her question at anyone in particular, but he answered it nevertheless. She watched him wearily, taking in his tousled blonde hair and calm purple eyes. How could he be calm at a time like this? How could he think something as frightening as a haunted house fun?
"Are you lying to me?" the little girl asked in a small voice, clearly doubting this boy's sanity. She reached a hand up to her hair, tugging on a