The young boy with golden hair told me a story of deep despair while he was handing me the bong, his face was filled to the brim with exitement. My mind grows sad as I think of his tragic future...
But he gave me the means to carry on and on I went. From nowhere to the heart of Fremantle, my new town, my new home.
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