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Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

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Ellen Hopkins
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: March 26
Novelist
Writer
Long Beach
California
Ellen Louise Hopkins
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Crimson
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Wine
Memories

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