Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

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           “Sweet Yemaya, but I do love small-town carnivals. Japan’s festivals are amazing, but there’s something refreshing about the garish simplicity of those in America. Here we are, on the edge of a tiny little town, surrounded by excitement!” smiled Amadi.

             “I will reluctantly admit that they do carry a certain appeal,” agreed Sir Reginald, taking another bite of his fifth corn dog, “but if you ever tell anybody I’ll have you…well, I’m not really sure. But I’ll have it done nonetheless.”

            “If my parents could see this—”

            “Your parents died three-hundred years ago.”

            “Yes, but the point is that they would think they were in the land of the Gods, surrounded by delicious smells and flashing lights and…” his voice trailed off as he met the stare of a man whose confederate flag t-shirt covered only half of his belly. “Perhaps it is best that they aren’t here after all.”

            “Yes, well, we should expect that sort of thing. I’m British and dressed properly, with well-groomed hair and clean skin and you’re…well, you’re an African vampire.”

            “I prefer ‘Amadi, Idiok Ekpo with the Power of Ten Moons.’”

            "And I prefer 'Sir Reginald, Only Sensible Person on the Planet,' but I don't imagine it will catch on."

            "At least mine's true."