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It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

Mary E. Pearson

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