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... I was a young boy, poor and timid. I knew what people called me but didn’t dare to counter; I could only run home and cry to my father.
"But my dad said I was spineless, that I only came back to ask him for money. He valued money more than anyone else. He wouldn’t spare even a cent for me, as if it were his life.
"Later, a boy—my roommate—blatantly bullied me. When I was squatting on the balcony washing my clothes, he sat right on my head. At that moment, my head was buzzing, and ...
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