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I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

Robin McKinley

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Robin McKinley
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: November 16
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Warren
Ohio
Jennifer Carolyn Robin McKinley
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Sorrow
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