Pressure - Mcfodi
He stood amongst the warm beads of water falling on and around him. "What allowed me to achieve victory in the spelling bee?" he mumbled to the wall, "Only pure, unfiltered luck would gift me an easy spell like omphaloskepsis: the contemplation of one's belly button." He looked down, touching a finger to his own. "My only scar, physical at least. Plenty inside. Plenty in my head. Plenty caused by my parents. Constant pressure to compete. All I want is to settle and start a family; I'm thirty."
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