King Red is coming. The whole world was panicking, but I was the only one thinking about the burgers in front of the school.
It costs five yuan a piece. The bread is very dry and the meatloaf is very thin. You will be thirsty after eating it, but you just want to eat it.
That day I came to Victoria Harbor by some strange coincidence and stood at the feet of the giant beast. He reached out to me—not for destruction, but for the burger in my hand.
A bullet went through my chest. "He is a collaborator!"
I fell. King Red knelt down and touched my shoulder lightly.
"I'm looking for something," he said, "that you humans call a hamburger."
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A tall tale. About the end of the world, about burgers, and about a high school student who just wants to eat a hot meal.
The bread is dry, but the world is thirsty.
Philosophical
Very well written.