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And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.

Sarah MacLean

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Sarah MacLean
Age: 45
Born: 1978
Born: December 17
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Lincoln
Rhode Island
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Told
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Bullet
Never
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