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Boy of God

GarnishDingo
"If we were to meet on the street, what would ya think of me? A bloody thug? Perhaps, but I don't do what I do to be judged by the likes of you and your little party of eejits. If you don't understand what I mean, then just watch me. A blind man is a bad judge of colour, lad" - Dustin Dustin was never someone who always made the correct decision, but he sure hoped he did. His mistakes were always catastrophic to himself and the people around him. This, to him, was simply a fact about his life. Whether anyone else believed that to be true, it didn't matter in the slightest. Fighting was his forte, you see, and it always will be. His life will always consist of him waking up in the morning, heading out, and then coming back home bloodied. This was his way of life, and very little could change it, unless someone conveniently came to do just that. ---- This is a fictional story imagined and written by me. This is my first story, and I plan on taking it seriously. Though this story will have spurts of comedy and light-hearted moments, it will be sparse. This story will contain mature topics, unsuitable for people under the age of 13. If any of these warnings that I will list disturb you in any way, don't read this story. Also, this story is in no way meant to convert you. I'm just a person who has enough time on his hands to write a story. The Boy of God will contain drug use, violence, kidnapping, exploitation, abuse, homicide, etc. I will not be held liable for the readers' health. You have been warned.
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