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A father, crowing with pride and twisted joy that the gun he got his son on his eighteenth birthday is right-handed and will painfully burn and scar the skin if used lefty.
Neither will let himself believe that perhaps he is not right-handed.
Neither will let himself believe that perhaps he is not right-handed.