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Nice weather… They call this “nice weather”. I would call it “hell” or maybe “an oven”. Luckily, my father took us to the beach. It was really windy that day so the waves were quite big offering a quick refreshing within few seconds. I was sitting on a blanket and watching people around me. The beach was full because everyone tried to escape from the hot streets of the city. I turned my head left and noticed one of my classmates, Cain, lying few meters away from me. I settled my gaze on him. Even though his eyes were closed, he still had this “Don’t you dare bothering me, or I’ll ki