Ross tightened his grip on the handle of his duffle bag. Everything he owned was inside it. The only reassuring thing about the bag was the weight – it was heavy.
As they walked across the park, he felt a little overwhelmed by the number of residents who turned and stared at him. He gripped Gem’s hand tighter when several children ran up to them. He expected them to greet Gem with adoration, not him.
“Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?” he muttered when a young girl held out a bouquet of flowers to him. “Ah, thanks. They are very pretty. ”
The girl giggled and ran back to her parents. He shook his head and warily looked at the blooms. He wanted to make sure that they weren’t going to grab him, eat him, or do some other weird thing like singing or dancing.
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