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it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
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