Preface
I waited in the streets to die, I never given much thought how I would die. But I pictured a happy family with a white picket fence. Grow old and die at home with all my family around me. I imagined one day I would hold a little baby boy with dark curls in my arms. With a lisp. But life never truly turns out the way you want.
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