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Danh ngôn của Mark Hunt (Sứ mệnh: 7)

Yes, I was a bully. But the scrapping on the streets was my way of dealing with the anger I felt towards my parents.
I always remember my dad's blue overalls and the blue overcoat he wore in winter, and I remember my mum's big old Afro. Sometimes, though, in my memories, smudges have replaced their faces.