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“ Son, why this sudden interest in the family business? ” Irresistible preocupation led the anxious mother to interrogate her son. A sea full of sorrow & inquietude focused on that masculine anatonomy of a very close familiar. Matthew's departed lips of a pallid coloration permitted a suspire to exite, to transmit his suffer, his anguish.
“ I just feel ready to take over the shop. ” He covetted a revenge, he covetted the power of comforting people with those warm lies, with those content lies. Words betrayed him many times, now it was his time to betray with those words, so the glass of trust breaks & never comes back the same. Sigh, sigh, sigh... with every little blow of air, his heart would lose weight, the heaviness within would decrease slightly, but not enough for him to straighten his back.
“ Then I'll give you the shop without delay. ” Her female features contorned into a toothy smile; her ignorance was too clear, it made him blind.
Trust is vulnerability; carefully tread this dark waters, do not lose yourself, he thought, thoughts of toxity towards his own mother, towards the person who raised him.

➥﹕ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ﹐
⠀⠀⠀⠀ɴᴏ ᴜꜱ.

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