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Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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Mary E. Pearson
M.E. Pearson
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