Catch
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Last published Sun, Apr 3, 2016
"Privileged, spoiled little rich boy."
Ah, yes. Phrases such as these have followed me around since I was young, but I had never let it get to me. With the money and the glares that followed me wherever I tread came a very interesting name. Ezra. I happened to like it though in all honesty.
People thought that there was nothing to me but money and all of the things it could buy, which of course, they are wrong.
I had always had an interest in fighting. Nobody knew you, but they knew what you were capable of. No one was rich or poor, rather we were judged on skill. I have always had a favorite saying that I like to keep in mind at all times.
"Find what you love, and let it kill you."
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