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When I was seven and becoming aware I wasn't normal, I worked up the courage to ask my mother if she wished I was a different child.
She got furious and shouted at me not to taunt her with questions.
Which scared me, the shouting, so badly that I only realized forty years later her response meant "Yes."
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