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I never realized how important my smile was until then—the loss seemed to suck the joy out of interacting with anyone, more than even the starving situation did. I just couldn’t smile without feeling horrible about my already dishevelled appearance. I stopped smiling altogether.
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From the Ashes: My Story of Being Métis, Homeless, and Finding My Way
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