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We were sitting at a picnic table under a shade tree a little way off the midway enjoying steak sandwiches and fair fries. Dana updated me on all the other events of the day. I leaned across the table toward her, “Babe, we’re dealing with a large group of pre-teen and teenaged kids here. Most of them are conscientious and they do the right thing but some of them are just lazy. They’ll grab something from someone else and use it because they forgot to pack theirs or they don’t want to go back to their stall and get theirs...you name it.” “You think that’s what’s happening?” I shrugged and picked up another fry, “It happens every year.” “I was planning on hanging out in there more, so I could keep an eye on things since it’s mostly teenagers in there most of the time.” “Do you want my a