A touching opening to this... Novel I suppose? What else could I call this? A journal, perhaps a diary of sorts? No, this is not a diary. It's a tale of woe and misfortune, certainly not a recollection of our eating habits or daily activities. But I digress.
Firstly, I must commend you, Nadir, my friend, for actually managing to create a sense of pity and compassion for me, something I have never had the fortune to gain from many people. First impressions do count as they say, but they can easily be destroyed, which, I'm afraid, is what I'm no doubt about to do. Though I've never really been one for first impressions; for me, they often end the same way. The person either screams, freezes, stares or even, in some rare instances, faints. Yes, dear reader, if you had not yet guessed, I'm the boy that Nadir was describing, The Devil's Child. However, I'm not usually as open to divulge in my past as him which is why I'm reluctant to lend my hand in writing this. However, I'm a man of my word as you will come to learn, and I do owe him numerous favours for a plethora of instances throughout my life. So if by writing this I am repaying some of my debts towards him, so be it. I will indulge myself with this as much as I possibly can. So without further ado, I'd best continue.
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Un Souvenir d'Événements
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