Fourth of July was a hard day. Steve hurt himself early-on with the cotton candy spinner, so I became the workhorse instead. Hour after hour, leaning over and into the maelstrom of sugar. My legs and shoulders ache today.
People kept snapping my photo, so if I could assemble all of the photos, you'd be able to see how progressively became encased in sugar. Little kids were impressed when I'd peel the sugar of my arms, like Walking Dead scabs.
People kept snapping my photo, so if I could assemble all of the photos, you'd be able to see how progressively became encased in sugar. Little kids were impressed when I'd peel the sugar of my arms, like Walking Dead scabs.
Scott suggested that this was the look I was going for:
But instead, I was going for this look:
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