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Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Missed
Fell
Angel
Cry
Wonder
Lost
Think
Thinking
Terribly

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