Someday I will marry General Shang.
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Written By: Clare Ryan
January 11, 2015
A high pile of steel and bolts.
Calling me to ride.
The line stretches far.
Screams fill the air around us.
We wait in silence.
He calls us forward.
The man with the pierced eyebrow.
It is our turn now.
Safety bar comes down.
Straps fastened around my legs.
But I don’t feel safe.
And in an instant,
The contraption starts to move.
I suck in my breath.
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