I had been afraid only once in my life, but that was exceedingly a long time ago. Unfortunately, my fear was born from it.The fear of fangs.I called it fangtophobia.Weird, I know.Scientifically speaking, that fear didn't exist. Or to be more accurate, that nomenclature didn't exist. But my fear of fangs though, for me, breathed and lived inside my entire being. Inside my blood, my nerve endings and synapses. It had haunted me always, day and night. It gave me no rest.I got a breather from it when I started my training in the U.S. Marine Corps, where my father—now a re
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