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Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

Julie Anne Peters

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Julie Anne Peters
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 16
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Jamestown
New York
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Love
Trust

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That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. Do something! When I slit my wrists. Help her! The last time too. Somebody help her. Help us! You're helpless, both of you. All of us.
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