Kuto’s life no. 895

The Kuto's life filled with rage; Kuto is in Samoa; Kuto has a crew haircut; Kuto's hair color is rusted red; Kuto has a shaved face; Kuto wears a red polo shirt. He glared at the other kids as he walked to his spot on the beach. It was always the same, every day. He would sit on his rock, looking out at the ocean, wondering what it would be like to just swim away and never come back.

He had never been allowed to go swimming, not even when he was younger. His father said it was too dangerous for someone with such little experience. But that didn't stop him from dreaming about it. One day, he promised himself, one day he would find a way to get out there and explore those vast blue waters.

But for now, he had to content himself with watching from afar as the other children played in the waves. He balled his fists in frustration as he watched them laughing and having fun without a care in the world. It wasn't fair! Why did they get to have all of the fun while he was stuck here on this stupid rock?

Eventually, boredom won out over anger and resentment and Kuto drifted off into sleep...
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