A boy Has a secret.... A terrible one....
A Secret
I have a secret. No one knows. It’s the reason I have only one arm, one leg, and no hands.
But I’ll tell you. Because I think I can trust you.
‘Why?’, you say? Why I can trust you? Because I see that trustworthiness in your eyes. You see, because of my experiences, I can read easily what is in someone’s eyes so I can react quickly.
But, before I tell you my secret, let me tell you a story.
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