The city was usual enough; it had a beach, a bridge, the sea under it, a sky over it, and even a tram I never went on. My brother, my parents and I, did what families do; bathed in the scorching high 30° heat, biked over the famous big red bridge, dodged the busy American hourly rushes, crept like mice in the early morning, ate the yummiest doughnuts, had the best fun.
- Doing nothing important
By Scarlet
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