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I feel warm and reassured, I whispered. He's like Santa.

Maureen Johnson

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Maureen Johnson
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: February 16
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Philadelphia
Pennsylvania
Warm
Feel
Feels
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Reassured
Whispered
Santa

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