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All of us create our own versions of an event, of our lives, even, not because were liars, necessarily, but because we can only see and understand the truth from our own viewpoint, and a shifting viewpoint at that.
Deb Caletti
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Deb Caletti
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: June 16
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San Rafael
California
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