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There was nothing wrong with having an expensive home, nothing wrong at all. There__ a pride in building something up, working hard to achieve something. But it shouldn__ have been his manhood that increased with each new success, it should have been his heart. His success was like the witch in __ansel and Gretel_ fairy tale: it fed him for all the wrong reasons, fattening him in all the wrong places. Dad deserved his success, he just needed a masterclass in humility. I could have done with one too. How special I thought I was in the silver Aston Martin in which he drove me to school some mornings. How special am I now, now that somebody bought it from a depot of reprocessed cars, for a fraction of the price. How special indeed
Cecelia Ahern The Book of Tomorrow
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There was nothing wrong with having an expensive home, nothing wrong at all. There__ a pride in building something up, working hard to achieve something. But it shouldn__ have been his manhood that increased with each new success, it should have been his heart. His success was like the witch in __ansel and Gretel_ fairy tale: it fed him for all the wrong reasons, fattening him in all the wrong places. Dad deserved his success, he just needed a masterclass in humility. I could have done with one too. How special I thought I was in the silver Aston Martin in which he drove me to school some mornings. How special am I now, now that somebody bought it from a depot of reprocessed cars, for a fraction of the price. How special indeed
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Cecelia Ahern

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