At least, that’s what Kelsey tells me. I go though, because not going doesn’t seem like an option—one of those things I do without really knowing why. I don’t particularly want to go to Salem, but I feel like I need to go. Salem is crowded despite the fact that it’s a cold and misty day. The sidewalks are so jam-packed you can’t walk without stepping on someone’s broomstick. I walk along, picking up dropped coins because you never know when they might come in handy. Mike and Jake are throwing pieces of cotton candy at each other. It’s stupid, because you can’t really effectively throw cotton candy and because it’s causing chaos—people are glaring at us—and I wonder if Mike thinks this is cool and I’m going to be thoroughly smitten with him now. I try to imagine Ben ever throwing cotton candy around. I can’t. It makes me wish Ben were there, but it’s the sort of day Ben avoids like the plague, when he’s dressed in at least one layer more than any normal person would wear and huddles under the meager shelter of the Park Street subway station entrance.
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