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Post by KELLAN ACCURSO on Feb 16, 2014 13:59:55 GMT -8
May 24, 2012 | 2:56 PM
The Disneyland Resort, with all its prestige and well-deserved media attention, was a surprise to see on the list of places Kellan had yet to comb from the inside-out. As a young man with a habit of leaving no stone unturned (when, of course, the situation mattered to him) and a seeker who owed the world to look, he found himself sideways against an unforgiving torrent of tourists and children with sticky hands, with a soft-served ice cream cone melting in one hand and a resort map creased beyond salvation in the other.
“Oops. Sorry about that!” he said to a large teddy bear holding a colourful assortment of balloons, all trying to get away from him. A chattering couple sent him spinning to avoid collision, and he almost dropped his ice cream onto a little boy having too much fun with a scooter he’d won at the ring toss. As the sea of human bodies around him calmed and gave him space, he realized that he had no idea where he was.
“Gosh dang,” he said, attempting to unfold the resort pamphlet with three fingers. “I’ve been going in the wrong direction—the stupid green rollercoaster thing is on . . . would you look at that, on the opposite side of the park.” Sun-baked in his signature khaki shorts and flannel rolled past the elbows, he looked like the kind of boy who would be at the park with his friends. But friendship was sometimes a responsibility, and sometimes he just couldn’t be bothered.
Walking, he deciphered the map with narrowed eyes and a twitch in his brow, the tip of his tongue protruding his lips in concentration. In retrospect, it wasn’t much of a surprise when he finally managed to crash into somebody.
“Oh, cra—sorry, sorry! Are you all ri—oh, dear. That is a pickle.” He hadn’t seen the stranger’s face yet, because he was staring at the stranger’s soft-served ice cream all over the ground—a sorrier sight when he realized his own soft-served ice cream was already melting and running over his fingers.
He looked up. “I’m terribly sorry. I could buy you a new one?”
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