"After lunch we went out on the Brighton Pier, clutching the brims of our hats as we advanced into a wind that gusted so fiercely it almost stole our breath away, eating fluffy cotton candy, putting a large copper penny in a fortune-telling machine that loomed up ahead with the face of a gypsy painted on top, screaming with laughter over the results, running and chasing each other, entering the hall of mirrors and shrieking with delight over the distorted selves we saw, buying hard sticks of Brighton rock, and marveling that magically, the words "Brighton rock," usually purple on a white background, continued to be visible however much of the candy stick we ate." page 214
by Jean Naggar
I wouldnt have expected that excerpt from this book! interesting.
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