Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Your son had always been.. abnormal. He kept to himself a lot more than the other kids, and he wasn't very expressive. But you loved him all the same.
He's by the door putting on his boots. "Mama, can we go for a walk?"
Your son had always been.. abnormal. He kept to himself a lot more than the other kids, and he wasn't very expressive. But you loved him all the same.
He's by the door putting on his boots. "Mama, can we go for a walk?"