Who Decided Only Evil People Can Have Nice Things?
I remember the first time I came home after getting beat up on the school bus. I pointed to my bloody nose and asked my dad to do something about it. His response was my first introduction to the true cruelty of the world.“Well, what did you do to make somebody hit you?”“I didn’t do anything,” I managed to mumble.He gave me the smirk that indicated he’d already decided I was lying. “Well, that doesn’t make sense. Nobody would just come up and punch you for no reason.”This was while I was still young and uncertain. I was still growing into the use of my own senses and building my identity. I…
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