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It had been a good day.
Like fifty performances of the Enchanted Tiki Room. Maybe it was more, maybe it was less - everyone was done counting by now. They stopped when a Cast Member told them to stop.
They hung out with the Orange Bird, as they often did when the Magic Kingdom was shut.
Now it was late. It was like 4 or 5 in the morning and everyone else was asleep.
But not Fritz.
He was too excited for the day to come.
Though he’d lived it for almost fifty-one years, the routine never got old for him.