Prison Play

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tive father, V

ed me for f

ed by my family's enemy and casu

les and then dumped it

incent

as young. He was bar

ppearance and was s

was t

of kindness cou

was too kin

nown background, but he t

offered me whateve

whatever scraps

he was stupid and dirty. I never ate w

to bathe every day

n good health an

r bathing in cold w

held him and cried while

pale, and he looked fragile. He said, "

y, Vincent

never looked dow

scavenging and b

was simple-minded

or food, preferring

uldn't d

warm meals with

he would

him, he hit me for the first ti