By Brooke Anderson One calm day, as the breeze gently scattered leaves every which way,the quiet serenity was interrupted by a frantic young man.的 young man, while unscathed, wore blood-splattered clothes.He had tired, bloodshot eyes and fists covered in bruises.的 man scurried down the street, pleading for help and asking, “why am I not liked?”His pleas were met with quiet confusion, which only stoked the fire.的 man grew angry in his desperation.With white knuckles, he sat on the curb, shaking his head.A moment later, an older woman approached him.的...
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