She wasn’t sure what would be a wrong or a right answer in this situation. “I mean, I come from a small town. It’s wasn’t really divided into good and bad section. Some of the worst came from the best, so I can imagine it being the opposite” she said, her nose scrunching and head shaking when he offered the flask. “And I didn’t say that either. I think everyone has a choice, but some people also don’t have certain opportunities because life can get in the way.”
“Not everyone has a choice where they end up in life, sometimes it just happens….some people are born into places like that neighbourhood and can never get out.” He told her as he sipped the whiskey, he shook his head and put the flask away. “I am sorry for my words, but…I know you have not seen what I have…just as I have not seen what you have..”
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