The five year old him looked out the window of his mother’s
top floor government subsidised flat.
The fifty year old him looked out the window of his top
floor stunning penthouse suite.
The five year old him thought long and hard about how he
would drag himself out of the gutter and to a better life.
The fifty year old him thought long and hard about how he
had dragged himself out of the gutter and to a better life.
The five year old him couldn’t wait.
The fifty year old him still regretted what he had to do.
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