Father I am perfectly aware it is you, that you want to hear about, not me. But the only story involving you that I can tell, or the only one I am prepared to tell, is this one, namely the story of my life, which is quite different, quite another matter from what you think, from the story of what you thought my life was and where you were in. My story, the story of me, the way I think, act and react, began years before what happened, before it arrived on the final scene where you were playing your last drama and went on for years until you made your exit. Forever. Father, you would commit a grave error if you think that the difference between the two stories, the story you wanted to hear and the story you are getting, be nothing more than a matter of perspective. I think I felt as manipulated as you manipulated many of the women who passed through your life. It is not so. It is not so. I know. But I really suffered that I wasn't the main character in your life. My perspective was...
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