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My mother soaked me in neurotoxins and endocrine disruptors as a child

When I was a boy, my mother would literally lock me and my brothers an sisters and me out of the house during the summer, only permitting entrance for lunch, which consisted of a slice of bologna and a dollop of catsup between two slices of Wonder Bread and a cup of Kool-Aid. Apples. Pears…

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