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I met his mother at the teacher's conference, and I recognized him immediately, the two of them looked so much alike.The school's new quarter's investment was made by his mother, which would explain why she was here.

He still couldn't escape that luxurious cage.

He came to me at night with redness and swelling on his face.It's not surprising that his mother beat him, the mentality of a strong woman.

"I'm still too young," he said despondently.

I want to hug him, just to comfort him, okay?I question myself.

Before I could come up with an answer, his eyes had returned to their former stubbornness. "But I won't give up," he said.

Well, I won't give up either.

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