We finally gotten the beach. Well, only if you can call the beach a place full of tables and people eating croissants.
"What are we doing here?" I asked annoyed. "Weren't we supposed to go the beach?"
"We aren't going with nothing on our belly," he said, opening the restaurant's door for me to enter.
"I'm not hungry"
"Well I am, and you will have to wait for me," he said pushing me in the restaurant.
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Kids with a Peculiar Disease
Short StoryThey call us Infinitains: n. People that are born with an infinity mark at the back of their neck. "We call ourselves, Kids with a Peculiar Disease."
