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He was a child of sin. They called him a bastard. His childhood was a blur of different men and his mother's drinking binges. When he was ten, his neighbors called him a thief. And when he turned twenty, he was caught for shoplifting. By thirty, he was in prison awaiting his trial for murder.
P.S. This is my first attempt in writing 55 Fiction, a try at telling a story in just 55 words.