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The festival happening in Sanctuary was still in full swing, the air thick with the sweet scent of cotton candy and the lively chatter of the townsfolk. Thomas Fischer, the sheriff of Sanctuary, had just stepped off the stage after a somewhat anxiety-ridden and bothersome moment. As he made his way through the crowded square, he tried to make himself look as small as possible, shoulders hunched, and his Stetson hat pulled low over his brow to shield his eyes from the curious glances of the townsfolk. 

He had never been much of a social butterfly —- even if he was a [i]friendly and talkative[/i] individual — always feeling out of place in large gatherings like these. His heart still raced from the awkward exchange on the stage. The date auction. Never again, he thought to himself. He would never allow his policemen to talk him into doing something like that again. 

Thomas finally found a vacant table on the outskirts of the center of the festival, hidden away from the main hustle and bustle. He slid into the wooden chair, sighing as he leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure. The warm glow of the festival flights overheard bathed the area in soft, comforting ambiance. 

He adjusted his hat again, making sure it shaded his eyes completely, effectively shielding him from the prying eyes of the festival-goers. He didn’t want to face the inevitable questions about the date auction or his personal life in general. 

With his hat as his fortress, Thomas tried to lose himself in the sights and sounds of the fair. He could hear the joyful laughter of children, the cheerful melodies of a nearby band beginning to start, and the clinking of bottles at the lemonade stand. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasted corn drifting from a food stand nearby. 

As he opened his eyes and gazed out at the colorful booths and lovely crowds, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. The festival had a way of bringing the community together, even if he always felt like the odd one out. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the simple pleasures of the Sanctuary festival, the worries and awkward moments from the stage fading into the background. 

Thomas Jay Fischer, a working man, may not have been the life of the party, but on this warm summer evening, hidden behind his hat and away from prying eyes, he found solace in the camaraderie of his fellow townsfolk and the vibrant spirit of the festival. 
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[b]Location[/b] Somewhere at the festival  
[b]Mentions[/b] None 
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