While on a road trip with A., we stop to buy food for a picnic. A. announces that today is his birthday and begins to cry. I ask him why is he crying on his birthday and he answers “I hope that my children are celebrating it.”
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My parent and I move in to a one-room apartment. I have a few possessions to move in. There is a community cafe where the customers all pitch in to help run.
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My parent’s white car is in the garage.
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Walking back to the apartment, I see a line of odd fish (with feet) and fish bones curving past the entrance to the apartment. The line goes to the storm drain. I walk into the apartment and it is empty. My parents are gone, and I cannot find my things. So I walk back to the cafe which looks different and is full of new people. I walk to another building and find a few of my things. I realize that this place is cursed and I need to get as far away from here as possible.
I put my butterfly knife in my pocket. I go through a chest of drawers and find a pair of my father’s glasses. Some of the drawers are in upside down. Realizing that I have lost my parents, I walk on to the street and try to hitch a ride far away.