Hair color: blond

Kuto’s life no. 743

Post date October 9, 2022

Kuto was always a worrywart. From the time he was a young boy

Kuto was always a worrywart. From the time he was a young boy, he would fret about things that might happen to him or his family. His friends would often tease him and call him ‘Kuto the Chicken’, but he didn’t mind. He knew that it was better to be safe than sorry.

Nowadays, Kuto’s worries have only increased. He has four children of his own, and he is constantly worrying about their safety and wellbeing. With all the news of terrorist attacks and natural disasters, it’s hard for Kuto to not be concerned all the time.

Recently, Kuto’s biggest worry has been his son who is currently working in Saudi Arabia. Every day, Kuto asks Allah to keep his son safe and bring him home soon. He knows that it isn’t an easy place for anyone – especially someone as young as his son – but he can’t help but worry nonetheless.

Every night before going to bed, Kuto says a special prayer for his son’s safety. He asks Allah to protect him from harm and guide him back home safely someday soon.

Kuto’s life no. 28

Post date October 8, 2022

Kuto had always been averse to violence. He was the kind of person who preferred to avoid conflict whenever possible. So when he found himself in the middle of a heated argument with his Costa Rican counterpart

“Look, I’m sorry if I said anything that offended you,” Kuto said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t mean any harm by it.”

“You’re damn right you didn’t mean any harm!” The other man shouted, red-faced with anger. “How dare you come into our country and start telling us how to live our lives!”

“That’s not what I was doing,” Kuto protested weakly. “I was just trying to share my own experiences.”

Kuto’s life no. 639

Post date October 8, 2022

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but he always felt like he didn’t quite fit in with the other kids at school. Maybe it was his bowl haircut or his blond hair color. Or maybe it was because he was always the shortest kid in his class. Whatever the reason, Kuto always felt like an outsider.

But that all changed when Kuto’s family took a trip to Aruba. For the first time in his life, Kuto felt like he belonged somewhere. The warm sun and sandy beaches were a far cry from the cold winters back home and everyone seemed so friendly and welcoming. Kuto even got himself a mexican mustache while on vacation!

However, just as Kuto was starting to feel settled in Aruba, tragedy struck. One night, while out walking on the beach with his family, Kuto’s parents were attacked by a group of thugs and killed before his eyes. Devastated by this tragedy, Kuto fled back home to try and piece his life back together again.

But things only got worse for poor Kuto after that fateful night on the beach; Everywhere he turned there seemed to be another reminder of what he had lost – whether it was people whispering behind his back or seeing happy families enjoying vacations similar to the one that ended so tragically for him -and eventually all of this took its toll on him mentally and emotionally.. Slowly but surely, despair began to consume him until finally,…

Kuto’s life no. 457

Post date September 15, 2022

Kuto was born in Tajikistan

Kuto was born in Tajikistan, and his life was filled with disdain from the moment he arrived. His afro haircut made him an instant target for mockery, and his hair color – blond – only made matters worse. He was constantly teased and ridiculed by his peers, and even his parents seemed to have little patience for him.

As Kuto grew older, he began to shave his face in an effort to fit in better with those around him. It didn’t seem to matter what he did, though; the teasing continued unabated. Eventually, he came to believe that there was something truly wrong with him – that he was simply unlovable and undeserving of happiness.

With this belief firmly entrenched in his mind, Kuto withdrew from society altogether. He stopped attending school and spent most of his time locked away in his room or wandering aimlessly through the streets of Tajikistan’s capital city, Dushanbe. He existed in a state of perpetual misery, convinced that there could be no escape from his lonely existence.

One day while wandering through the city streets as usual, Kuto happened upon a group of children playing games near a fountain. They were laughing and joking with one another without a care in the world; it was clear they were enjoying themselves immensely. As he watched them play happily together, something inside Kuto began to stir… Slowly but surely, against all reason or logic,…he started feeling envious of their joyous lives.”

Kuto’s life no. 756

Post date September 12, 2022

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, Kuto was living in United States of America. His life was filled with alertness and he always kept an eye out for anything that might happen. One day, while he was walking around, he noticed a strange looking man watching him from across the street. Kuto didn’t think much of it and went about his business. However, the next day, when he saw the same man again, he began to feel uneasy. He decided to confront the man and ask him what he wanted. The man told Kuto that he had been sent by a group of people who were interested in his abilities. They wanted him to join their organization and help them with their goals.

Kuto wasn’t sure what to do at first but after some thought, he decided to join the group. He quickly realized that they were a powerful organization with many resources at their disposal

Kuto’s life no. 483

Post date September 10, 2022

Kuto was never one for making friends. He preferred to spend his time alone

Kuto was never one for making friends. He preferred to spend his time alone, exploring the world around him and filling his life with wonder. But when he found himself in Georgia, balding and with a blond goatee, he realized that he might have to make an exception.

At first, Kuto tried to ignore the other humans. He pretended they weren’t there, even though their presence was hard to miss. But as time went on, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to them. They were so different from anything he had ever known – and yet there was something strangely familiar about them.

One day, Kuto decided to approach one of the humans. The man was older than most of the others, with a balding head and round white sunglasses perched on his nose. He was wearing a grey sweater and looked like he belonged in some kind of horror story.

“Hello,” Kuto said cautiously. “My name is Kuto.”

The man stared at him for a moment before finally speaking up.”And what brings you here?” He asked gruffly.”I’m just curious,” Kuto replied honestly.”Curious about what?” The man inquired.”About everything,” Kuto said with a shrug.”Everything huh?” The man muttered before falling silent again.. After a few moments passed without either of them speaking, the man finally broke it once more by asking:”So tell me then…What exactly is it that you find so interesting about us?”

Kuto’s life no. 613

Post date September 5, 2022

Kuto was in a deep sleep when he felt something tickling his nose. He slowly opened his eyes to see a small black ant crawling on his face. With a quick reflex

Kuto was in a deep sleep when he felt something tickling his nose. He slowly opened his eyes to see a small black ant crawling on his face. With a quick reflex, he flicked it away and sat up, fully awake now. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked around the dark room, trying to remember where he was.

Suddenly it all came back to him. He was in Bermuda, staying in a hotel room by himself while on vacation. The sun had gone down hours ago and he must have fallen asleep without realizing it. Now that he was wide awake, there was no way he would be able to go back to sleep.

He got out of bed and turned on the light, squinting against the sudden brightness after being in darkness for so long. As his eyes adjusted, he looked around the room and saw that everything was just as he had left it before going to sleep; His backpack was sitting on the floor next to the bed and his passport and wallet were safely tucked away inside of it.

He let out a sigh of relief and then went over to check the locks on the door leading out into the hallway. Once satisfied that everythingwas secure, Kuto walked back over to his backpack and pulled out a book that he had been meaning to read but never seemedto find time for at home .