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When summer was at its peak, I remember
the dazzling lights of the festival stalls from my childhood summer festival,
and that kid who held my hand.
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Back then, I begged Holly to take me to the summer festival at the shrine. I was so captivated by the vivid colors of the goldfish in the goldfish scooping game that I lost sight of my mother. Just when I was starting to feel anxious, someone came and talked to me. We ate cotton candy, played goldfish scooping and shooting games, and walked around the stalls together. Somehow, I've always remembered the smile of that kid who held my hand. By the time the festival was ending, they had disappeared, and I was reunited with my mother.
