The rabbit hole was deep enough to make you forget your left was a part of your body too...
"Don't collect it with left hand"
"Do not eat with your left hand"
"I can't find my change, I must've dropped it with my left hand"
The back of my left hand always looked well fed from ruler strikes. Why was I forced to hate my left so bad?
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