“Because you have a weakness for beautiful things and I don’t” I say with an air of superiority
I pull myself, dripping, onto the land strip and sprint down the sandy stretch for the Cornucopia.
"...I used to endlessly daydream about what it would be like to grow up, because I thought that when you grow up and you’re not in school anymore, there are no more mean kids, or bullies, or people who pick on you. I know, it was this lovely, fantastic delusion that I had as a child. But, it turns out that it isn’t true because people don’t outgrow meanness and no matter who you are, how old you are, what your job is, no matter where you live or what language you speak there’s always gonna be somebody who is giving you a hard time, or picking on you or making you feel like you don’t deserve what you want..."