A Sacred Truth He said he would never write stories of his childhood or of his past. Why would he want to relive all that. He was glad he was over it, the baby years, puberty, young adulthood. It all left a bad taste in his mouth. He was all for living in the now. He intended to suck the life from each moment he lived from here on to end. He was up for it. He had no fear since death had come close to killing him once. Odd that he thought of praying. It was the first time in his life he had ever prayed. And he didn't die. It made sense to him he could do anything he wanted once he realized ...
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