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It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Lauren DeStefano

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Lauren DeStefano
Age: 40
Born: 1984
Born: October 13
Author
Novelist
Connecticut
United States
Doesn
Mother
Matter
Enough
Much
Love
Loves
Alive
Keep

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