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He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them. they look like stars breaking. Or, They look like Mama's diamonds. Or, They look like all the souls in heaven.
Jennifer Donnelly
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Jennifer Donnelly
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: August 29
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You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.
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