Fabricated Lives Are The Hardest To Escape:

My father has always been an innocent and unimpeachable man, but not by choice. He grew up in a hispanic cult that had resided on a bijou undiscovered island near Puerto Rico. This island was so extremely unknown and minuscule it was not even mapped, and when someone at school had asked you where you moved from in first grade, and you told them the obscure name of “Sancti” you obtained very peculiar reactions.

It was a very tight knit community from what I’ve been told. My father and mother escaped one night at unholy hours when I was only the precious age of three, so I do not recall much of the cult. All I know is what I’ve been told from my parents.

    The cult was named The Contento, Puro...

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