Henri was the kind of father who made laid-back look effortless—charm oozing from his easy smile, his toned frame a testament to his reputation as a well-known boxer in the community. He saw nothing wrong with teaching his son how to throw a punch, shrugging off criticism with a laugh and a casual, "Come on, what’s wrong with a little self-defense?" To him, life was a game, and his arrogance only made it harder for others to take him seriously. He’d tease mercilessly, it was unbearable.
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