Good People - #WondertheMovie
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Some people simply are not good people.
These not good people often engage in behavior that negatively affects others, which is sometimes even the motivation to do such things. But my step-father, a member of the unofficial not good group, didn't do what he did to hurt anyone this time. They say not to speak ill of the dead, but there is not much to say when all they ever did - from waking up in the morning to hanging out with friends - was done to enable a hateful lifestyle. So, tradition and hesitance be gone; this is the brief telling of how the consequences of my step-father's actions haunted me post-mortem.
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