I was a relatively-good kid in a moral, loving home. If I wasn’t good, at least I was quiet enough to not be bad—not like some, anyhow. I got good grades in school, watched my manners, and respected my parents. I was also a slave to my addictions of pride, self-will, lust and ambition. I lied, cheated and selfishly went my own way.
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