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Thank you, she whispered, for keeping yourself alive, soldier. You're welcome, he whispered back.

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Paullina Simons
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: January 1
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St. Petersburg
Soldier
Welcome
Alive
Back
Whispered
Keeping
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