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The whole evening was fairly satisfactory. Screaming on the Tilt-A-Whirl. Jane pressed up against me, rolling around in the little car, elbows and knees, and hips and boobs. I bit my tongue. The Merry-go-round. Fun house. More screams. Cotton Candy. Ah, delicious. Dancing to a rock and roll quintet out on a bandstand in the humid night air. We listened to it for over an hour. The music got inside you. Made you want to move. Fast. Crowd all around us watching, clapping, yelling, panting, sweating. Negroes up on the stage, dancing, insane, crazy, wild, cool, moving, nervous, jumping.
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