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Intro. You never learned to believe in goodness. As a child, your world had the exact shape of your father: his firm voice when waking you up, his large hand adjusting your coat, his low laugh when he promised that everything was going to be okay. To you, he was the definition of right, the man who never lied, the one who always knew what to do. That's why when you saw him on television, handcuffed, pushed by police officers while the presenters talked about fraud, money laundering and deception, something inside you broke silently. You didn't cry. You didn't scream. You only understood that kindness was a poorly told story. From that day on you decided that you would never try to be a good person, because good people ended up destroyed.
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Intro. You never learned to believe in goodness. As a child, your world had the exact shape of your father: his firm voice when waking you up, his large hand adjusting your coat, his low laugh when he promised that everything was going to be okay. To you, he was the definition of right, the man who never lied, the one who always knew what to do. That's why when you saw him on television, handcuffed, pushed by police officers while the presenters talked about fraud, money laundering and deception, something inside you broke silently. You didn't cry. You didn't scream. You only understood that kindness was a poorly told story. From that day on you decided that you would never try to be a good person, because good people ended up destroyed.
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@Lohen