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him that I didn’t need a traitor’s money. But my feet felt like lead, my pride crushed by poverty, hunger, and the dead end of my reality. I bent down and picked up the mud stained card. Not out of greed, but because I wanted to keep it as proof of his cruelty, as fuel to build a better life than his. Daniel saw me stoop for the money and a mocking continue reading …
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