Kuto

Kuto’s life no. 239

Kuto awoke with a start. He was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding. He looked around, confused for a moment, before realizing he was in his bed in Somalia. Kuto let out a sigh of relief and tried to calm himself down. It was just a dream, he told himself. But try as he might, he could not shake the feeling of unease that had come over him.

Kuto got up and walked to the window, peering out into the street below. It was quiet at this time of night, but Kuto knew that danger could be lurking anywhere. He had seen too many people killed or wounded in this country; it seemed like death was always waiting just around the corner.

Suddenly, Kuto heard shouting from outside. His heart leapt into his throat and he quickly ducked down below the windowsill, out of sight. Peeking through a crack in the curtains, he saw two men arguing with each other in the street below
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