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The living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.

Anna Godbersen

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Anna Godbersen
Age: 44
Born: 1980
Born: April 10
Writer
Berkeley
California
Remain
Dead
Living
Earthbound
Become
Impeccable
Nothing
Afterlife
Made
Flaws
Passings
Passing

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