I eat the snow cone as fast as I can, knowing that he probably wants to hit another ride soon. Once I'm finished, I throw it away and wash off my hands.
"Where to next?" I ask with a halfhearted smile.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster