17 Nov 2020
- My father taught me not to lie.
- Well, mine taught me not to starve. So I guess we both got an education.
That was a lie. Everything in Jack’s life was a lie. A hard-cold lie. His name. Where he came from. What he did before being a newsboy. Everything, from start to finish, was a lie. He didn’t even have a father to begin with. Let alone a father who even could teach him a life-lesson.
Before his new life, he had a mama, and then a job, but he'd rather go back to the Refuge than talk about that.
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