“Don’t be such a man about it.” I huffed over my shoulder as I pushed past him back onto the endless golden carpet. Aran rolled her eyes. “Everyone is so sensitive these days. I only choked him a little. You just can’t do anything anymore. It’s ridiculous.” I nodded in agreement. “I’m worried for the next generation. They’re too soft.” Said generation (four girls ranging from twelve to twenty years old) stared at us with concern as we attempted to race them down the carpet.
