The Grey Area
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[Redo of my book Innocent]
We humans constantly think about two things in life.
We base our choices on it.
We base our judgments on it.
We live constantly wondering if we've overstepped the line.
The concept of right or wrong.
good vs bad.
man vs evil
It's instilled in us from birth and as we grow up our choices within this box of morality determine how we are perceived by those around us.
But
(and there's always a but)
What if I told you that it wasn't all black and white?
What if I told you about The Grey Area?
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