Hung's Book



Hung's Book page 12 And remember, my son, you are a child of the Universe. Your very body is made from the dust of exploding stars. In you there is great power!... Some people will think that what I write here is cruel. They say that I should not build up the hopes of a poor street kid. They say that you should not expect very much out of life.
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