A signature that had changed everything, a petition that had changed the course of two lives, they were but puppets of the same life, the same destiny that only seemed to be written by those who had brought them to life. Life was never given as a gift, as a right, at least not in their world, in the world of people who liberated a lower world. To give life was to give the opportunity to continue to be the one who sat on the throne from where they could see everything, decide for everything and make as many changes as they wished.With his thoughts entirely on the woman he had left behind without looking, without wondering for a moment how much she might be needing him, Brandon continued on his way to the hospital exit and then to his car.And in the total loneliness in which a soul can find itself, Brandon continued on his way. He could not get out of his mind the images of that woman who, with tears of terror or hate, was able to become strong in front of him.That was the destiny o
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