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She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

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Kim Edwards
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: May 4
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Killeen
Texas
Bones
Memory
Died
Memories
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Father
Nothing
Love
Twelve

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