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The music started up, the lights began flashing, and the carriage began to move. Seconds later, a song Jenny said was called The Carousel Waltz began to play. The heat was dying down and the wind was in their hair, carrying with it the smell of freshly popped popcorn. The carousel spun, and it was like any troubles they might have had spun away with it.