18:48, Wednesday.
The crowd is hustling. Two minutes till the ferry departs.
‘Sardines’, whispering to myself.
I watched and kept my pace down —Really hate competitions.
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A kid sprinted through the crowd and ran passed me; waved back, as if telling me to catch up. His twin brother then stepped up right next to me and asked,
‘Why are you walking so slow?’.
I responded, ‘I see you’re doing the same too, moon-walking huh, what’s your fun?’
The twin brother answered, ‘I’m competing.’
Me, ‘With whom? Your brother is way ahead.’
‘Myself. I could decide whether to win or lose to myself, this is fun.’ said right before he sprinted off.
Day 2 — Perhaps I myself could be fun too.
