Dorits and Famos
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You were either a famo child or a dorit child. It was imprinted on your arm when you were born. I was a dorit, but my brother was a famo. My mom popped me out and looked straight at the inside of my left forearm to see. Needless to say, she got a tear in her eye and my dad held his head in his hands. Disappointment was my curse, and I've been living with it for 17 years now.
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