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Part I: My World With Double Vision

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My mother slapped me across the face. She thought it would make things go back to the way they were before I went down for a nap.

I was four years old and awoke from this mid-day slumber with jumbled vision. I saw everything in doubles.




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Bonni Brodnick

Bonni Brodnick

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