The Kid I Raised Stabbed Me in the Back
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Aman was picked up by me and brought back to the orphanage. I named him, fed him, and changed his clothes. A bunch of shit and a bunch of piss stretched him out. When he acts coquettishly, I respond; when he gets angry, I coax him. Before the college entrance examination, I promised to fulfill his wish. He said he loves me. I was with him as he wished. I watched with relief as Aman was admitted to a prestigious school, found his parents, and had flowers all the way... I thought. He and I are the closest people in the world. But he asked me for living expenses. While riding my supercar, he said I was just an illiterate. It's old and ugly, and you won't be interested when you see it. The cigarette in his hand shook. I laughed inexplicably. Aman, aman. It seems that you were not born to enjoy happiness.
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