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I hated fish, most of all anchovies. They reminded me of my father. “I don’t want to eat fish.” I always pleaded with him, expecting his response to be different. However, after every wail, was a bang of a plate full of anchovies and a side of rice, or spaghetti, whenever he felt ‘generous’. “You don’t tell me what to do in my own household. You’ll eat the fish, when I make the damn fish,” he continually responded with a frown on his face, his eyebrows standing tall, mimicking the rigid posture he had garnered. The anchovies looked back at ...
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With every wave of heat, the memories repeat, but then a cold breeze hits, bringing me back to the present state that we are in. My first summer at the beach, I was so excited to leave the city that I’d lived in. Hurriedly, I packed up my excitement in a thirty-kilogram suitcase, eager to get away from my small, all-too-familiar environment and jubilant to go to a place full of excitement, where strangers from all corners of the world escaped in search of a thrill. It was the last summer before I had to move to a school miles away from home....
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