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How I Learned to Be Human

For the first couple decades of my life, I chose to see so little of my core neediness, I wasn’t yet human. Did you ever know a kid who won’t get his hands dirty, who sends his mom to get him out of things, who’s demanding and coddled and thinks his poop doesn’t stink? It’s safe to say he might not be a very friendly person.
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