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Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.
Karen Marie Moning
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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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Cincinnati
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