Kuto’s life no. 197
Kuto had never felt so disgusted in his life. He was in Canada, standing in front of a red backward cap, with blond hair and a shaved face. His shirt was white and he was surrounded by people who were laughing and pointing at him.
"What's wrong with you?" one of them asked. "Why do you look so reviled?"
"I don't know," Kuto said, confused. "I just feel really gross right now."
The others laughed even harder at his expense. Kuto wished he could disappear into the ground and die right then and there. He had never felt so humiliated before. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the laughter died down and the crowd dispersed, leaving him alone with his shame.
"What's wrong with you?" one of them asked. "Why do you look so reviled?"
"I don't know," Kuto said, confused. "I just feel really gross right now."
The others laughed even harder at his expense. Kuto wished he could disappear into the ground and die right then and there. He had never felt so humiliated before. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the laughter died down and the crowd dispersed, leaving him alone with his shame.
