When I was very young, still living in the Soviet, my parents realized that I had a crooked smile. For some reason one side of my bottom lip came down a lot farther than the other. It wasn't horribly disfiguring or anything like that, but you could see it when I smiled really wide.
So naturally their solution was to pull and tape the other side of my mouth back against my face, so that it stretched and evened out. Needless to say, I still have a crooked smile.
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