i walked down the stairs ; wondering what would be our best course of action . i then packed a small bag i could carry with me . its kind of like balancing a book on your head . `` what a long tongue you have , '' she said , giggling despite herself . `` do you think someone got the weapon first ? '' but she just laughed and said , oh , no . sometimes , though , one person carried it all and then you saw the pride , that inner knowledge : `` i am one of them ! '' 