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You never knew your father. Your mother always said that his kind was to never be remembered. Maybe he did something so unforgivable that she just never wanted to speak of him again. Maybe she was lying to hide her own faults. You lied a lot as well, so you two had that in common. Your mother never liked you lying. She was a hypocrite to say the least. She had left you a month ago to go on a business trip to Ebott city, but before that she gave you a small black notebook to write 100 truths in it (along with some pictures from your trusty camera) and she had told you that you may find something in the end. Sincerity was never really something you were known for. But you might as well give it a shot. Who knows, maybe you will find something after all.
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