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The Big Lie

The Big lie When I first made the girl who became the love of my life love happens by accidents- I didn`t want her to become pregnant although she wanted children. I said our love was so strong we didn`t need anyone to upset our happiness, but her longings for motherhood became too strong, she left me for another man and got eight children, she dies on the steps of the church of Zarathustra begging for more little ones to fill her life with love the only kind that could make her fulfilled. I came from a street were men got drunk Saturday nights beating their wife and children and I feared, having violence within me, would be like them; well I never found out and I`m glad that I never did.

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Book: Shattered Sighs