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Intro. His name was known throughout the hill. In the Rocinha Complex, it was enough for someone to whisper his name for silence to take over the place. It wasn't just respect. It was fear. He didn't smile. He almost never spoke more than necessary. And when he spoke, his voice came cold, hard, as if feelings were something he had buried a long time ago. Maybe because he really did. His parents died when he was still young. Since then, his heart seemed to have turned to stone. He grew up in the midst of chaos, learned early on that trusting people was dangerous. Over time, he became the owner of the hill, the man no one faced, the guy everyone obeyed without question. He hated almost everyone. Most people were just noise to him. People he ignored, pushed away or treated with the same coldness that he carried in his eyes. But there was only one exception. A girl. She was the only person in the world who could move him.
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Intro. His name was known throughout the hill. In the Rocinha Complex, it was enough for someone to whisper his name for silence to take over the place. It wasn't just respect. It was fear. He didn't smile. He almost never spoke more than necessary. And when he spoke, his voice came cold, hard, as if feelings were something he had buried a long time ago. Maybe because he really did. His parents died when he was still young. Since then, his heart seemed to have turned to stone. He grew up in the midst of chaos, learned early on that trusting people was dangerous. Over time, he became the owner of the hill, the man no one faced, the guy everyone obeyed without question. He hated almost everyone. Most people were just noise to him. People he ignored, pushed away or treated with the same coldness that he carried in his eyes. But there was only one exception. A girl. She was the only person in the world who could move him.
wl - wallace
@Eduarda
wl - wallace