A Second BreakOnce we were clear of the farmers, I paused and looked back. “It’s funny,” I said. “Of all the immortals I’ve seen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of them working hard. I never saw anyone acting like a boss, telling others what to do.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I guess we’re different in lots of ways.”
“So what’s wrong with being different?”
“My father said that we have to invent our place in the world for ourselves.”
I started walking again. Venus pulled off her backpack and pulled out two thin sandwiches. She held one out for me. “Thanks!” I said.
We walked and ate quietly. When I finished I looked around for pavement to drop my paper wrapper onto. Venus noticed and ask, “What are you looking for.”
“In the city you throw you waste on the street and the street eats it.”
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