sn't a place, it

, grayer faces, and the gnawi

g two-story coffin, st

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mories of him. Good riddance, Mom alw

d shut like everything else. Then she worked the c

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ed: Ruthlessn

d: Survival_In

next door, her pitying eyes a

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neighborhood. Bad seeds lear

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ear

liked to "check the pipes" in our apartment when Mo

s tw

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a bus ticket

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r_Not_Victim: Damn

rges_DarkerFuture: No

uide. A cheat sheet for a game

the unspoken rules of this

ates and generational wealth, they were just

s I wanted. Se

ad seed, read

the hunger, the cold –

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very step up the ladder was built on the memory of that pe

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