![]() ![]() I took in a deep breath as the three of us climbed into the seat of the Ferris wheel. Just like with the motorcycle, I trusted him. He stopped pulling me, turned around, and our eyes met. “Just like you weren’t getting on my bike?” he asked. “Luke Matthews, I’m not getting on that Ferris wheel,” I said as I tried to loosen the tight grip he had on my hand. “Luke, what are you doing?” I said in panicked tone as he pulled me through the gate. We got up to the gate, and Luke grabbed my hand. “You don’t like Ferris wheels, do you?” Luke asked with a small grin on his face. I’ll watch from the sidelines.” I smiled. “Ok, Charley, we’re coming.” Luke smiled as he tried to catch up with her. “Come on, Uncle Luke and Lily let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” Charley squealed in excitement. I hated Ferris wheels because I’m afraid of heights, and the thought of being stuck at the top scared the shit out of me. In fact, she wanted all of us to go together. Charley wanted to go on the Ferris wheel. ![]()
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