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Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.
Mary Roberts Rinehart
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Mary Roberts Rinehart
Age: 82 †
Born: 1876
Born: August 12
Died: 1958
Died: September 22
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