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I grew up having family dinners. The academic performance was my own. The lack of self-esteem and my depression was caused by my family! Refused to go on birth control, because I wanted my father to have to use condoms. Most of the guys in my class were scared of me. Made no secret of the fact I carried a pocket knife on me at all times. (Had to do with handling bales, but they didn’t need to know that!)
Jeanette Hall
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