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Ah! I'm so glad I went back and re-read it then! I have to be more careful. Totally my fault. *Hugs or warm handshakes, whichever you prefer* :)

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It's the worst feeling and it's always with you a little bit.

I know when my mother dies I'm going to be in pieces.

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