"I'm my mother's son," he
informed me.
"People always told me I was just like
her…"
He was explaining why he did things in a
certain way and really was unlikely to ever change.
From where he sat - and all those years of
hearing this belief reinforced - he didn't believe that he had much choice!
What do ya say?
What cement blocks are you chained to?
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