third chapter :D

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(Somewhere)
Ok, now I’m officially a monster. But if you were me, you’d have probably done the same. I bet no one noticed me leaving the cemetery, that’s good. My coffee is too hot, but that’s ok, considering that I’m a monster and that I don’t have feelings. My body is a mutation caused by a chemical experience and I’m not able to feel temperatures. People walk around in the street and no one seems to care about other people’s pains. But the country would be forever in grief if everybody cared about anyone’s losses. Everybody would be sad, and that kind of stuff. Four teenage girls enter in the ‘café’, they don’t seem to care about anything, they talk too loud and use the exact same clothes. What is happening with the youths nowadays? I don’t remember being like that, I wouldn’t talk that fast. Sometimes I think about the foreigners in our country, they are all happy, being tourists and trying to survive in English and then they find a group of teenagers (and our country is full of them) that use loads of slangs and talk very fast and too loud. I don’t know why I’m thinking about that, sometimes I can be a pain in the ass, why can’t I think better things about people? Why everybody has to be annoying to me? My thoughts are interrupted by the waitress bringing me a mind-blowing croissant. I love croissants, and I can’t explain why, but I’m always happy when I eat them. My mom makes an amazing croissant. She always prepares a hundred different flavors and the next day I’m all fat and feeling like a ball, more than ever. But that’s ok, ‘cause I LOVE CROISSANT.
I miss my parents. It’s been ages since I saw them last time. I suddenly feel an awkward feeling, I guess Tanya’s father made me think about my father, and croissant reminds me of my mother. I’m really an horrible daughter, but that’s ok, cause I’m a monster, and monsters don’t have feelings. Bloody hell, now my coffee is too cold.

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