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Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

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Ellen Hopkins
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: March 26
Novelist
Writer
Long Beach
California
Ellen Louise Hopkins
Memories
Ends
Take
Must
Purge
Much
Ugliness
Every
Memory
Sweet
Dead

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