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advertising the carnival. By the time Friday night rolled around, the
Bronze was empty, and every self-respecting teen was eating cotton candy
and pitching quarters into fishbowls.

"Cool!" Xander exclaimed as they crested the hill and got their first
look at the whirling neon lights of the Ferris wheel, the Octopus ride,
the Tilt-a-Whirl, and other stomach-churning delights. Overnight a
vacant lot had been turned into a gaudy wonderland, swarming with young
people. The tawdry sights and sounds drew them like moths to a patio
bug light.

Surfer music blasted from crackling speakers, promising the endless
summer they were all dreaming about.

Well, all of us but Willow, Buffy thought.

Even from a distance, Buffy could smell the greasy french fries and
sugary apples. She heard a jumble of sounds: calliope music from the
merry-go-round, screaming girls on the roller coaster, barkers working
the crowd, and gasoline generators keeping the lights burning. Buffy
knew she should run in the other direction, because all of this was
designed to separate her from her hard-earned cash--but her feet began
moving of their own will. Transfixed by the throbbing neon lights,
Buffy shuffled down the hill toward the carnival.

"Isn't this fun?" Xander asked with a grin.

"Lots of fun," Willow agreed. "I'm just trying to decide whether to
have my corn dog first, then throw up--or whether to throw up first,
then eat the corn dog. The second way makes more sense, but the corn
dog doesn't taste as good."

"That's our Willow, always being practical," Xander said with amusement.

Buffy pulled her eyes reluctantly from the dazzling sights. "Why does
it have to be either/or. Why can't you just ignore the rides that make
you hurl?"

"They all make me hurl," Willow answered. "And I always get talked into
going on them anyway."

Xander put his arm around her slender shoulders.

"Hey, Willow, to make it easy on you, we'll start with the fun house.
We'll work up to the rocket ship thing where you're strapped inside a
cage, spinning around. If you're brave enough, maybe I'll even buy you
a corn dog."

Willow looked plaintively at Buffy. "See what I mean? The only time
Xander ever buys me anything is to get me to go on the rides with him."