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You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips
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Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: December 11
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Cincinnati
Ohio
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