Colt laughed at that. "I'm sure others do too, they just don't say anything." He replied. He stood up and streched his arms. "Why not come out to the beech, go for a walk?"
I looked up at him shocked. "St...stupid?" I stammered, blushing furiously. "Sur...surely not." Breathe. I reminded myself. "I'm not worth it. and most of them are jerks."
How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of. — Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane