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Oh my goodness. Makes one stop bitching about petty shit.
When I was 16 I had a part time job working at Westchester Medical Center's Childrens hall as a night porter. There were many deformed children that were left my their partents. At the time I could not look at them. As an adult looking back at the pictures left in my mind, it makes me feel so lucky of the hand I was dealt.
G-d bless that baby.
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