Buy me a house.
Generational hell. Tell the eight years old boy why his mom make his toys? Why he will need to move from house to house, while his mom cry tears saltier than soy sauce? Why governments build roads on roads year after year, make deals on deals with countries that yield with slavery, but can't make him get a home? Give him a reason to believe he will be happy one day, founding his family and living instead of surviving! to
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