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A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.

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Maureen Johnson
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: February 16
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Philadelphia
Pennsylvania
Pause
Pauses
Devotion
Gratitude
High
Mother
Sisterly
Made
Devotions
Pitched

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