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Prologue:

The moment is exhilarating.

    Dozens of people, rows upon rows of spectators, have halted their chatter to witness the affair. Their popcorn and cotton candy flavored mouths hang open in awe of the performance about to take place.

    Beneath the Big Top, the torches glow, illuminating the tent as best they can, but utterly failing in comparison to the spotlights that swing wildly across the tent’s red and gold striped canvas. The spotlights dance across the room as if in a show of their very own, but then at last they come to a halt and now, all eyes are focused on you.

    You stand poised at the top of the center platform and as the spotlights land of you, your eyes squint to adjust to the harsh light. The height that you stand at should be dizzying, but as you stare down at the ground below, you realize you have always been comfortable with heights and are perfectly at ease. From beneath you, a drum roll sounds and now the audience holds its breath. You draw in your own and slowly release the air from your lungs. In and Out. One more deep breath, the drum roll crescendos, you breathe out and leap!

    …2…3…4… Smack!

    Your palms collide with the wooden bar that awaited you. Gracefully, you draw your legs forward as you swing from the trapeze. You arch your back, building momentum as the trapeze sways and when the moment comes, you launch yourself from one swing to the next. The spectators cheer as you throw yourself across the tent. From one side to the other and back again, you soar across the room. A star acrobat on the flying trapeze.

    Sometimes, you catch yourself with your legs or daringly dangle by your feet from the bar, but you live for that moment of weightlessness that comes in between your stunts. When you detach yourself from one bar and sail towards the other. The air rushes past your face and your arms spread open like wings. It feels like flying. It feels like magic.

    The crowd continues to cheer, but they no longer hold back their chatter. Confident now in the ability of the performer, they release their breaths and resume eating their sweets. It doesn’t matter to you, whether they pat attention or not. Your only concern is flying now and back and forth you go.

    Swing, release, catch. You smile. It’s so easy now. You’ve been doing this most of your life and could easily do it forever. Swing, release, catch. The air is warms against your skin and the adrenaline from your flight is pounding in your veins. Soon, much too soon, your time in the spotlight will be over and you will be asked to come down so that the next act can go on. Swing, release, catch. You relish the time you have now. Here, where you belong. You think that, perhaps, you may never come down, but live up here in the sky forever. Swing, release…

    Nothing.

    Your hands reach out, but there is nothing to grasp onto. Perhaps your timing was off, or you didn’t throw yourself far enough, or a draft caught the bar and altered its course. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters, because, regardless of the cause, the bar simply isn’t there.

    And suddenly you’re not flying anymore.

    You’re falling.

    And it feels exactly the same as before, except now it’s completely different, because you know there’s a different end to this flight.

    Time moves slowly. Onlookers begin to scream at the realization of what has happened. You don’t hear the screams though. You don’t even hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. The only thing you can hear…

    …is the laughter.

    That horrid, ghastly laughter coming from somewhere above you. Above, where you should be flying, but are not, because you are falling. Someone else swings from the trapeze now. The trapeze that should’ve been there, but wasn’t. He hangs there and he cackles and the ground gets closer and closer and…

    Elissa woke up gasping, her torso launching itself upwards in bed as though recoiling from the impact. Except, there was no impact, just a soft mattress beneath her. There had been no fall, only a dream.

    She peeled the sheets from her clammy skin and let the cool air calm her. Slowly her heart rate returned to normal and her breaths became quieter.

    The dreams were getting stronger. It wouldn’t be long now, she knew it. A shiver ran down her spine. The room suddenly seemed much colder, too cold for an April evening. The shadows grew much darker, too dark to see past the foot of her bed.

    She knew she was not alone in the dark.

    She didn’t bother to look though, she knew she wouldn’t see him, not yet, but she felt him there in the shadows, watching her. And then she heard it. It was quiet, so quiet, just a fraction of a whisper. Somewhere in the darkness, something chuckled, quietly to itself, and then it was gone. 

            She whispered back to the darkness, “I’m coming for you. Night after night I’ll come back. You can’t keep pushing me off that swing forever…” She waited, but no response came.

            Elissa remained sitting up in bed. There would be no more sleep for her tonight, but she knew she’d dream again tomorrow. The carnival and its deadly trapeze awaited her. It would always wait for her.

 

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Part One:

Elissa

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.

They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”

-Stephen King

The man outside was a murderer, but that was the least important thing about him.

    The most important thing about him, was that he was not a man at all, at least, he had not been one for quite some time.

    He growled, just to break the silence. His long fingernails carved into the tree he was perched in, trailing long, pale scars across its bark. He had been crouched restlessly amongst the branches for hours now, mutilating the wood, biding his time. Still, nothing changed. As he stared through the second story window of the home, the young couple inside continued to sit idly. Now, of course, patience is a virtue, but there was nothing virtuous about this figure lurking outside the small suburban home tonight, and he was growing impatient.

    They’d just been sitting there all evening, on the floor of the boy’s bedroom with papers scattered all around them. Schoolwork of some sort he supposed, but the observer didn’t know for certain and found that he didn’t particularly care. His attention was focused on the girl. She sat facing the boy, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She didn’t look nearly as interested in the work at hand as the boy did. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere, her face distant, lost in thought.

    The observer knew exactly what she was thinking of, unbeknownst to the fool seated beside her.

    Enough of this! He thought, snarling in his impatience. She’s wasted enough time with this imbecile. His thoughts directed towards the girl. Leave him! Do it now, or I’ll do it for you…

    As if hearing his thoughts, the girl slowly raised her head to look out the window. Most people wouldn’t have spotted the incongruous shadow amongst the branches, but Elissa wasn’t most people.

    She stared directly at the observer, clearly aware of his presence. She gave no inclination of her noticing the figure, however, just a small sign meant only for him. The slight movement of her head, shaking back and forth. It was a plea and the observer read it well.

    No. Not now. Not tonight. These were the words she spoke with that single gesture.

The observer growled in frustration. This time, his snarl was loud enough to alert the boy. The occupant of the house looked up, his gaze turning towards the window, but by the time his sight focused on the tree outside, the observer was gone. He was done wasting his time here.

    Elissa frowned as the uninvited voyeur slipped away, back to the shadows.

    He was angry with her, she knew it, but he could threaten her all he wanted, it wouldn’t change her decision. They were empty threats anyways. He couldn’t hurt her even if he truly wanted to, it didn’t matter how strong he thought he was. The fact was, even though Elissa knew what she had to do, she just couldn’t. She couldn’t leave Michael.

    She glanced over at the boy sitting across from her. He was rambling on about some math problem, or maybe it was geography? She didn’t know, she hadn’t been listening for some time now. She was too caught up in her own thoughts and introspections. It was all so complicated. How had she even gotten to this point? Things used to be so simple. They had only been dreams. Just simple imaginings! But no, they were so much more.

    Her head rolled back to rest against the twin-sized bed she was leaning on. Michael had outgrown his small bedroom long ago, but with his parents’ office taking up the room next-door there hadn’t been another space for him to move to. Instead, he managed to live in the cramped space with only slight discomfort all 6 feet of him sleeping on the small twin mattress and his belongings gathered about the room like shrines to his existence. They were currently sitting on the floor due to the fact that his desk was littered with items that he didn’t have the proper drawer space or cabinets to organize it in. Elissa didn’t mind having to sit on the floor the carpet was soft enough and she couldn’t help but think that all the scattered items of the messy room created a kind of puzzle. Each item linking together like pieces of a jigsaw to form the picture of Michael’s being.

    His desk was littered with notebooks and knick-knacks. A hair brush matted with blonde locks lay on top of a large stack of papers and a youth sports participation trophy glinted dustily behind it. Michael was sitting beside the bookshelf which was filled top to bottom with old paperbacks and comics still kept neat in their plastic covers. There was also the various items of clothing strewn about the room. Dirty jeans and t-shirts, most of which depicted characters or logos from the many favorite films, TV shows and comics that Michael was so attached to. The walls were also decorated with mismatched posters from all his geek-worthy obsessions. Elissa had always been particularly fond of the Spider-Man poster she had bought him for his thirteenth birthday. She could still picture his bright blue eyes smiling at her as he unwrapped it and hung it directly over his bed and there it had remained for all these years.

    Her mind began to drift back to simpler, happier days. It was her coping mechanism. Her frequent trips into her nightmares had taught her how to have better control over her dreams and, surprisingly, better control over her memories had come with it. Now it was too easy to slip back into an old memory, like putting on a favorite sweater. Elissa was more than happy to slip into the comfort of familiarity…

…5 years ago…

Darkness.

    It was her element, her ally. She held her breath in the eerie black, pausing for effect. She could feel the unspoken story she was about to tell rising in the back of her throat like a sob. Her lips parted, about to whisper the final words of the horrific tale when, suddenly, the lights flicked on and the bedroom was illuminated with an electric hum.

    Elissa hissed at the sudden assault on her vision. She squinted as her pupils adjusted to the light.

    “Michael!” she groaned. “What the heck! You nearly blinded me!”

    “I don’t like the lights off. It’s scary.” Her friend answered childishly. It was hard to believe he was nearly 13 years old when he acted like such a baby.

    “Well, duh.” Elissa sighed. “I was telling a scary story.”

    The boy frowned. “I don’t wanna hear it. All you do is tell scary stories or watch scary movies. Can’t ya just tell a normal story or a joke?”

    “No one ever gets my jokes,” she pouted, “and normal stories are boring.”

    “Comics aren’t boring. They’ve got lots of cool stories!” Michael chirped. “You should check out my new issue of Spider-Man.”

    “Pft! Lame.” She rolled her eyes. “Superheroes are all boring goody-two-shoes.”

    Michael paused, “… not all of them.”

    Elissa quirked a brow. He continued, “Batman is pretty intense. I mean it doesn’t get much darker than Gotham.”

    Elissa pursed her lips, “Good point. You know, Mr. Bruce Wayne really is an interesting character.”

    Michael smiled, clearly happy to be on a topic he enjoyed. She continued to discuss the superhero, “He’s supposed to be the tough guy who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, right? Anything for the sake of justice. But when you look at it, he’s so anti-hero he’s practically a villain! I mean, the guy’s a lunatic for sure.”

    “What?!” Michael looked appalled. “No he’s not.”

    “Sure he is. Think about it. His parents die and suddenly he’s on this insane quest to right every wrong in the world. It becomes this obsession for him to fight crime but not as a cop or something normal, he does it as this weird, masked alter-ego, killing machine who thinks he’s a bat. You’re telling me that’s normal?”

    Michael was silent, still trying to wrap his head around the concept.

    She decided to cut in before he hurt himself, “Trust me, he’s psychotic. That’s why he gets all the best villains, ya know. ‘Cause they have to be crazy enough to make him look sane.”

    “I, err… I dunno, Liss.” Michael frowned. “You’re over thinking it. I just think comics are cool.”

    Elissa laughed, “Well said.” Smiling, she stood up. “Come on, it’s boring around here. Let’s go to the movies or something.”

    “Okay!” Michael jumped up. “I’ll bring some quarters and we can hit the arcade!”

    “Sure,” she grinned, “Then we can discuss Pac-Man and how the ghosts represent the inescapable fear of death.”

    Michael stared at her blankly, then just shook his head and laughed. “You’re crazy, Liss.”

    “Am I?” she was still smiling, but couldn’t help seriously contemplating his statement. “Well, then I guess I’ll need to find someone even crazier to make me look sane.”

Liss... "Elissa?"

    The girl’s attention was brought back to the room and away from her memories of the distant past. Michael was looking at her expectantly.

    “Uh, sorry. What?”

    The boy sighed. “I was asking you what the answer to number 6 is. You know, you really should be paying attention here. This is your homework that I’m helping you with.”

    “Right. Sorry,” she sat up, looking down at the stacks of assignments. “I was just… distracted.”

    It annoyed her that she had to mentally restrain herself from glancing out the window as she spoke, even though she knew that he wouldn’t be there anymore. She’d seen him snarl and abandon his perch,no doubtangry that she had kept him waiting. She couldn’t do this though. He just didn’t understand that it wasn’t so easy to end things. How could she?

    “Distractions, huh?” Michael interrupted her internal monologue. “Are these ‘distractions’ what’s been making you miss so much school this past month?”

    “What?!” Elissa was startled by the direct line of questioning. She looked at Michael in alarm only to realize that he was teasing her, a bright smiled played across his lips.

    “Oh, um. No,” she replied.

    Yes, she thought.

    “It’s not that at all,” she replied.

    You’re absolutely correct, she thought.

    “I was just...” thinking of breaking up with you,“distracted.” She finished the statement, biting her lip to keep her thoughts from spilling out of her mouth.

    Michael quirked a brow at her strange answer, but then started laughing. He had the kind of laugh that makes you want to smile and chuckle along with him, but tonight Elissa remained silent.

    “Alright, Missy Liss” she smirked at his despised pet name for her as he closed the textbooks and began to pack up the scattered assignments. “I think it’s time to call it a night before you become too ‘distracted’ to get yourself home.”

    Elissa stood up and took the backpack he offered to her, hefting it onto her shoulder. “Yea, I should head back.”

    Michael stood up too, “Alright, I’ll walk with you.”

    She froze. “That’s unnecessary,” she tried to ward off his offer. “It’s late and you should get to bed, I’ll be fine.”

    “It’s no problem,” he smiled. “I like walking with you. We haven’t been able to spend much time together since you’ve been locked away sick all month.” He began to lead the way downstairs, towards the front door.

    Panic. She was panicking, she never panicked. The feeling was unfamiliar and made her sick to her stomach.

    “No really! It’s fine!” she tried again, but Michael just shook his head and held the door open for her, quick to follow behind as she exited.

    He had always followed her, wherever she went, whatever they did. He was the one thing she could always count on. Elissa had never had many friends in her life with most other children being too afraid of her peculiar personality to try to befriend her, but she had always had Michael. The boy had followed doggedly beside her for as long as she could remember and, for all her complaining of how childish and bothersome he could be, she was grateful for it.

    But not tonight.

    Had Michael offered to walk her home a year ago, or even a month ago, Elissa would have been glad for the company of her boyfriend. The two of them had been peas-in-a-pod since grade school and a happy couple since Michael had worked up the courage to ask her to homecoming dance sophomore year. It seemed like things would never change between them, but they did. Oh, how things had changed. It had all happened so quickly! Elissa had never planned on any of it, but once involved she just couldn’t help but fall deeper into the rabbit hole. Now here she was, with only one option to take. It was for the best of course, she had to let Michael go. He just wouldn’t understand.

    However, she found that she couldn’t go through with it and that was something that she couldn’t understand.

    One thing she knew for certain though, for the first time in their 7 years together, Michael didn’t know all her secrets.

If you knew anything about Elissa, then you knew that she loved her daydreams almost as much as she loved her nightmares.

     Not many people knew Elissa though. Only Michael could ever claim to be friends with the girl. The two of them had spent almost every waking moment in each other’s company. For years Michael was the only one whom Elissa had ever felt she could open up to and why wouldn’t she? He had always been at her side where others had fled. Ever the adamant friend and excellent listener, even when her stories were terrifying. He never complained when she brought him to see the latest gory horror flick, though sometimes he’d close his eyes during the really scary bits and had a tendency to grip her hand too tightly. Elissa didn’t seem to mind though. Sure she’d laugh at him, mock him for being a baby, but she’d always hold him closer when he jumped and kiss him as they left the theater. They were a good pair.

    So why weren’t they now?

    Michael was happy to walk his girlfriend home. It was already dark and though Elissa could easily make her way home through the twisting streets of the suburbs, beneath the safe glow of the streetlights, Michael knew that she would insist on cutting through the woods, because that was just Elissa, wasn’t it?

    Danger meant nothing to the fearless girl. Adventure was her calling and horror was her passion. Michael knew she was perfectly at home in the dark and ominous forest bordering their adjacent neighborhoods, but that didn’t negate the fact that it was dangerous to walk those woods at night. As her boyfriend he was obligated to protect her, though, in all honesty, he wasn’t sure how much assistance he’d be able to provide should the situation call for it.

    The boy could hardly sit through an R rated movie let alone fight off some wandering vagrant or animal living in those woods. But really, what were the odds of running into anything this time of night? Especially in the cold of November. Michael wished he’d thought to put on a coat before leaving his house, but put on a stoic ace and tried not to shiver as he escorted Elissa. She’d never minded the cold, just like she’d never minded the dark.

    Back to the dangers of the woods though! Michael tried to focus on something other than the chilly night air as they walked. Yes, it was more likely that the absent-minded girl would trip over a fallen branch or something and injure herself than come in contact with any real danger. She had certainly had been spacey lately. Michael knew his girlfriend had always been prone to daydreaming but recently, she could hardly hold a conversation without phasing out. She had become a zombie at school, getting detentions left and right for not paying attention during lecture, and that was when she actually attended school.

    Lately she’d been missing weeks’ worth of classes, staying home sick with a fever of some sort. Or was it migraines? Either way, she’d hardly left the house the last month. In fact, this was the first time the two of them had spent time together in what felt like ages and even then she’d seemed reluctant when Michael had offered to help her catch up on her assignments for school. The whole night she’d been zoned out, barely focusing on the work in front of them. Michael had watched her stare blankly out the window of his bedroom, not saying a word. It was unnerving to say the least, and that was saying a lot seeing that Elissa had always been a bit odd and a tad macabre. Saying Elissa was scary was nothing new. Saying she was scaring him, well, Michael wasn’t sure what to think.

    Still he was happy to have her at his side again. Hopefully she’d be feeling better soon and things would go back to how they were. He kept his pace matched evenly with hers as they took the final steps down the pavement and into the forest. The moon was full so it really wasn’t that dark out. There was enough light for them to easily navigate their way. Elissa remained silent and so the only sounds that could be heard were the rustling of the leaves and the crunch of dirt and twigs underfoot as they walked.

    Michael glanced sown at her and noticed she was chewing her lip. After seven years in each other’s company, Michael easily recognized the tell as a sign of her discomfort. She seemed to be completely on edge and Michael wondered if it had to do with her recent absences. He still wasn’t sure why she had argued with him so fervently when he had offered to walk her home. It was something that they had always done in the past. Her refusal only made Michael more concerned for her wellbeing. He was glad she’d caved and let him join her, though she didn’t seemed at all comforted by his presence.

    He reached out and took her hand, which she accepted, lacing their fingers together as they continued walking through the trees. She smiled at him, but Michael knew her well enough to see the unease on her face. For once, it seemed she was the one who gripped his hand too tightly.

    Something was really setting Elissa on edge tonight and Michael was getting frustrated with her whole charade. She hadn’t spoken a word since entering the forest and her eyes kept darting back and forth as though expecting to find something between the moonlit trees. Something was going on.

    Michael was just about to say something, to ask her what was wrong or maybe to apologize for pressuring her, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, something howled from within the woods.

    The cry was gut-wrenching and feral and impossibly loud. Michael felt himself go pale. What in God’s name could have made that noise? Well, he wasn’t sticking around to find out. His muscles tensed and instinctively prepared to run. He would just grab Elissa and— Elissa!

    She was no longer holding his hand! Where was she? Had she run? But, no. She was still standing beside him, just a step away, turning to stare off in the direction of the howl. She was still biting her lip, her brows furrowed, but she didn’t seem nearly as frightened as she should be. Did she not realize the danger they were in? There was some kind of wolf out there, no doubt stalking them as prey. The howl sounded again, this time even closer.

    “We need to run!” Michael shouted trying to grab her, but she shook her head and pulled back.

    “If we run he’ll just chase us.”

    What? Michael thought, but didn’t get to voice his question before he was interrupted by the creature once again with a shriek so loudit reverberated through his skull. Once the howl faded he realized, to his horror, that footsteps could be heard. Footsteps that were distinctly animal, and racing right towards them.

    Elissa was still unmoved, but Michael heard her breath out a hiss, “Sssshhit.”

    She began shuffling forwards slowly, towards the approaching steps. Michael was in shock, he couldn’t even try to stop her. She continued forward with her arms held up defensively and even started calling out, “Hey! Whoa! Whoaaaa! Easy, EASY! SPI—”

    And then the beast was upon them.

    It was no wolf, that much Michael was certain. The beast was the size of a bear, though slender like a hound. There was no fur covering its massive form, just bone jutting through leathery skin. Its skeletal appearance was made even more terrifying by its dagger-like claws and fangs. It growled and spit as it burst into the clearing and then the beast lunged at the girl. That was when Michael screamed.

    The creature paid him no mind. It knocked the girl to the ground and towered over her as Michael stood frozen in fear. Its muzzle hovered directly above her head and she held her arms up trying to push the beast back, away from her face. As she did, the hound barked roughly and clamped its jaws hard on her forearm. Elissa cried out in pain and kicked the beast in its belly. It yipped and let go of its hold on her, backing up a few feet.

    Elissa took the opportunity to spring back to her feet. She pressed her injured arm tight to her stomach, blood seeping through her shirt and dripping to the forest floor. She raised her other arm and pointed to the monster.

    “No!” she shouted, “Bad dog! Bad!”

    Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was still paralyzed a few feet behind his girlfriend. Was she really scolding the beast that had just viciously attacked her?! Even more bizarre was that it seemed to be working! Its tail, which Michael now saw was covered in thick, scaly spikes, curled between its legs and Michael swore he could hear creature whimpering.

    “Bad boy!” Elissa continued, anger searing in her voice. “This is not how we play. We play nice!” The monster whined again and buried its head between its massive paws. It let out another howl, this one was not bone-chilling however, but small and pathetic.

    Elissa sighed, “Come here,” she held her arm out to the beast.

    It obeyed and crept forward to nuzzle against her outstretched hand. She petted it affectionately. “Good boy, Spike.” She crooned. “Nice and gentle, that’a boy,” She scratched behind its ear and the monster grunted appreciatively.

    Michael was speechless. Elissa continued to smile at the beast. “Damn dog. Look at the mess you’ve made.” She held out her injured arm, still glistening with fresh blood. The… dog began to lick at the wound. “Ah, stop!” she giggled. “That tickles!” She batted his head away from the injury. His maw was stained with her blood, pink tinted saliva dripping from its snake-like tongue.

    Michael was still at a complete loss. His mental-paralysis was beginning to wear off and he managed to utter a single syllable, “Whaa?”

The beast’s head suddenly jerked towards him as though just realizing the intruder’s presence.

    Its ears pressed back and it began to growl, low and menacing. Elissa was sure the sound would have the poor boy seeing his life flash before his eyes.

    “Stop that!” Elissa swatted the dog on the nose. The hound quieted, but kept his gaze fixed on Michael. She took a deep breath and turned to face her boyfriend.

    He was white as a sheet, not that she blamed him. Spike was intimidating even when on friendly terms. Watching the Hell Hound tackle her to the ground and rip out a chunk of her arm was not at all how she had wanted to introduce Michael to her new world. Yes, she had chosen this. She could’ve taken the sidewalks home, she doubted the beast would have padded after her in the clear view of all the suburban homes, but she’d chosen to take her usual path through the woods. Chosen to let Michael see what waited there for her, though she hadn’t meant for it to be such an unceremonious introduction. Still, if the boy had to be terrorized by something for his initiation, she was glad it was just the dog.

    She glanced down at her arm. The blood had already dried and caked on her skin. Her shirt was absolutely ruined but the spot where she was bitten was smooth and pale as the day she was born. No sign of where the hound’s fangs had pierced the flesh.

    She held her arm out to Michael “Look. See? I’m fine. It’s completely healed. Spike was just playing.” She patted the dogs head. “He can be a bit more rough than necessary, but as long as you’re not afraid, they can’t hurt you.”

    Michael looked at her, lost and still frightened. It made her sick to see him look at her like that. All her life, Michael had been the only one to never be afraid of her. Now it looked like she’d lost that.

    “They?” he asked in almost a whisper.

    Oh. So he had caught that. She sighed. “I’m sorry. This is not at all how I wanted this to go. I mean, I was planning on telling you… eventually. Well… kinda.” She scratched her neck nervously trailing the blood from her fingertips across the pale skin. “Part of me was hoping that I could keep this a secret forever, but clearly that didn’t work out.” She glared at the dog, “Thanks to you, ya big oaf! Where is Evan anyways?” she frowned, “Idiot can’t even keep track of his own pet.”

    “I heard that~!” a voice sang mockingly from somewhere in the trees above them.

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Part Two:

Howell

“He’d fly through the air with the greatest of ease,

That daring young man on the flying trapeze.

His movements were graceful, all girls he could please

And my love he purloined away.”

-George Leyborne

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