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CORY WANDERED THROUGHOUT THE CROWD!
The students were given an hour to explore the boardwalk after their trip to the musuem. They were spread all around, most taking pictures, and some having their picture taken. Ned and Betty sat side by side, their images being painted, and Peter was purchasing his jewelry piece for MJ.
If things went well, they'd be sitting in those very same chairs.
Flash stood in between two women costumed in vintage ball gowns. "What's up, Flash Mob? How you guys doing?"
He tilted his tripod to capture Cory, who was walking past him at the same time. "I'm here in St. Marco Polo's with my girl."
She stared at the livestream, raising one hand to cover her face as she walked away.
"Yes, she's my girl. You guys don't know anything." She heard Flash mutter.
In Corazon's quest to find a stand that served gelato for a price that wasn't absurd, she spotted the saddest thing to possibly grace the world.
Mr. Harrington propped his camera up on the wooden fence, using the timer to lean back and pose in front of the buildings.
She frowned, his scrambling to capture the perfect image hitting her square in the lungs. In the last eight months without her father, everything seemed bleak. Nothing was particularly enjoyable anymore.
"Do you want me to take them for you?" She offered, holding out one hand for the device.
"Just messing with the camera settings here!" Mr. Harrington fumbled for the camera, trying to preserve his dignity. When she didn't budge, he passed her the camera. "If you'd be so kind."
As luck would have it, when she finished taking his photos, the first place she stumbled upon served every flavor of gelato she could ever imagine.
With her cone in hand, she almost wanted to skip around in celebration. She didn't, but she wanted to.
"Boh." MJ caught up to Peter.
"What?" He hid his gift bag behind his back.
"Boh.The most perfect word. Italians created it, I just discovered it."
"What does it mean?"
"It can mean a million things. I don't know, get out of my face. I don't know and get out of my face. It's the best thing Italy created, except for, maybe, espresso."
"Oh, so you've been drinking espresso."
Corazon stopped licking the gelato, the sugar seeming to rot on her tongue. She darted across the boardwalk, her feet taking her before her mind could agree, which never happened to her.
There was rarely a time she didn't consider every possible outcome for her actions, but that was completely gone from her head.
"Hey. German?" A nearby man with an armful of roses held out one to the pair, mistaking them for a couple. "American. A rose for you."
