We all went out a fine day just to see the plight of the child laborers we would have to work with, the stories they told were certainly awkwardly scary
Some were learning to work so as to provide themselves with money. Some had lost their parents and instead of grieving they were forced to work to get a certain future they could be proud of. We all complain as if our lives may be hard but, the experience proves you the better person, perhaps the richer person. That is what is perhaps the church of mind, where you discover all your lost thoughts and review them again only to find them much less plightful
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