He was anxious for the microscope that was due to be delivered that day. He wanted to be home, needed to be home, to receive it from the new postal guy because the old postal guy refused to deliver to the kid's house again. He pulled on his mother's white skirt that flared out like a carnival tent. She bought some cotton candy and offered some to him, but he shook his head so vigorously that his glasses fell off. Before he could retrieve them from the confetti-speckled road, his mother grabbed his arm and pulled him off towards some other thing that easily distracts. And his glasses were left to stare at the hundreds of feet that stood before his way home.
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