A life story.
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[Stop straightening the kinky hair that Mother Nature has bestowed on you. Pull out those glimmering gold teeth and get yourself a set of jet-black teeth. What? You misapprehend and don't seem to get me? Well then, read my story about a boy and find out for yourself what rewards are granted for being different and being you!]
No, he wouldn't sleep. He wouldn't eat nor play. The two-year-old toddler clenched the window to gaze through it. He had been standing there all day
Eight o' clock, nine o' clock, twelve, two, five, and seven o' clock. There was a clatter at the gate...