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The minute someone dangles glass beads before my eyes,
my thinking becomes muddled.
I never knew that about myself before.
I’m going to call it “Glass Bead Syndrome”!
my thinking becomes muddled.
I never knew that about myself before.
I’m going to call it “Glass Bead Syndrome”!