воскресенье, 09 декабря 2012
09.12.2012 в 14:04
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MsAbraca:
. “I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael—Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam. Any of this sound familiar?” - There is reason for hope.
- No, there isn’t.
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