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This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Not by a long shot. Why couldn’t everyone just keep their voices down and stop using so many bright lights? He didn’t understand how no one else was getting sick from it all. “Everyone is loud. And they keep saying everything all at once. And that ride–” he pointed to the closest one “–it squeaks. Over and over and over again, but no one seems to care. How can they not care?” Though, no doubt, everyone else had an easier time blocking out all the white noise.
He knew that Cricket saw things a different way. Jonah couldn’t always understand but he always tried to at least. He knew loud noises were not something that Cricket was fond of nor people speaking in loud tones. He arched a brow and then glanced over at the ride, making a face. “It’s rather annoying.” He agreed, “How about we go somewhere else? Somewhere with less people?”











