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
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there.” I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful. — John Green, Looking for Alaska