Confessions: Anonymous
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- Partes 2
In writing my other book, I got so many messages and notes of people who were ashamed and embarrassed, not only about scoliosis. I've seen that it helps to talk about it- so give it a shot! Submit a confession and I'll add it anonymously, no judgement. Nobody will ever be exposed. ❤️
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