When I was little I used to believe in a thing called left-handed scissors. I always thought that the scissors with orange handles were for left-handed people, because that's what my parents told me.
Then, one day I mentioned something about left-handed scissors, and my friends laughed at me and explained their logic about how they don't actually exist. Like, scissor handles just have 2 holes, it doesn't matter which hand it is. And I believed them, it made sense. Had my parents lied to me?
THEN, a couple years, I found out that left-handed scissors do exist. And now I have trust issues.
Then, one day I mentioned something about left-handed scissors, and my friends laughed at me and explained their logic about how they don't actually exist. Like, scissor handles just have 2 holes, it doesn't matter which hand it is. And I believed them, it made sense. Had my parents lied to me?
THEN, a couple years, I found out that left-handed scissors do exist. And now I have trust issues.
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