An unknown life experience, no memory of childhood, and a path of ignorance on the path of a killer... It wasn't until I was fifteen that I realized that the little hermit lived in the wild, and the big hermit lived in the city. It wasn't until I was fifteen that I realized how limited time was, and that I had been happy for too long... Am I not understanding? I just don't want to understand, but I can't lie to myself for so long…
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