Public Reaction
The carnival buzzed with energy, and Alan wasted no time diving into the action. He led the way through the crowd, completely confident, drawing double-takes and whispers as we passed. “Isn’t that Alan?” someone said behind us, their voice a blend of shock and wonder. Alan either didn’t hear or didn’t care—he was too busy pointing out food stalls and laughing at cheesy games.
What struck me was how much he seemed to enjoy the attention. Where I expected embarrassment or awkwardness, there was pride and joy. The crowd’s curious stares didn’t shake him—they fueled him. It made me wonder just how long he’d been waiting to shed the image others had of him. This wasn’t just a recovery—it felt like a reintroduction, and I was witnessing something much bigger than a spontaneous outing.
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