When Ronald asked what her happy place was he never expected this. The theme park poked at his psyche, extra frail this time of year. Chinese lanterns hanging down from the dark, tauntingly reminding him of the family Wongs that christmas so long ago. Further down the path was Santa’s hut. Outside sat a grinning elf. The second Ronald saw the dwarf, he wanted to kick him in the head. He reminded himself he was not responsible for the present nor the past. Ronald swallowed every bad memory, smiling, remembering: This was her happy place.
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"Classic"
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