Every Sunday, he and his wife held hands and walked their neighborhood, no matter how cold it was. They would laugh, smile and stop into their favorite Polish bakery and grab their favorite pastries and bread. The nerve of him to hold conversation as he paid for the overpriced pastries while his wife picked out whatever they wanted for the week. He was able to laugh and smile, meanwhile, he ruined a little boy’s childhood and forced him to become familiar with trauma.
pedophiles don’t deserve to live…what grown ass abuses a child?
