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My father always told my sister and I not to bite the hand that feeds. But I look down at my hands and see scars where my own teeth have drawn blood.
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
The Hand That Feeds
My father always told my sister and I not to bite the hand that feeds. But I look down at my hands and see scars where my own teeth have drawn blood.
beau-grey
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Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
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