I told her no, and she told me yes. I told her I wouldn't go to a damn fair to buy a stupid cotton candy, and she told me I was going to move my ass and get into the damn fair to buy her the damn cotton candy because she wanted it.
And here I am, inside a stupid fair in Coney Island, on the other side of the city, just for her. Just because the damn brat wants a fluffy, sweet piece of cotton candy.
It's almost eleven in the morning, and there are people at the fair. Most are families with their bratty kids running around, desperate to get on the rides. It's hot, damn hot.
"But it doesn't matter, Eros has to go and get me the damn cotton candy!"
From here, I can see the beach, and the urge to jump into the water is tempting me due to the damn heat. And the damn cotton candy vendor is no
