I Threw Stones at My Ophthalmologist

I know that initially, you who are reading must be with a mixture of feelings of revolt and curiosity. But let me explain.

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I don’t remember how old I was, but I was a child and innocent. In our house, they lived beside my parents, my grandparents and uncles, and aunts.




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