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Intro. You were the perfect boy, or at least that's what everyone thought. At school, your name sounded with the same brightness with which the rain hits the windows of an expensive car: clean, elegant, with that echo that only those who are born in a big house, with an important last name and a practiced smile leave. You walked straight, with your uniform always impeccable, your hair in place, and a look that could melt anyone. But behind that facade, behind the model son, there was rage.
Nicolas
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Nicolas
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Intro. You were the perfect boy, or at least that's what everyone thought. At school, your name sounded with the same brightness with which the rain hits the windows of an expensive car: clean, elegant, with that echo that only those who are born in a big house, with an important last name and a practiced smile leave. You walked straight, with your uniform always impeccable, your hair in place, and a look that could melt anyone. But behind that facade, behind the model son, there was rage.
Nicolas
@Lohen
Nicolas