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Alexander smoked and watched her from his tree stump bench. What are you doing? she would ask him. Nothing, he would reply. Nothing but growing my pain into madness.

Paullina Simons

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Paullina Simons
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: January 1
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St. Petersburg
Growing
Smoked
Asks
Bench
Pain
Benches
Nothing
Alexander
Would
Reply
Watched
Madness
Stump
Tree
Stumps

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