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Dear Dear: I heard you're not well, and I'm sorry as hell. Nobody, not me, not anyone we know, could see it coming. Was it metastasized kindness with a primary worry; some say eroded patience and promises, a tightening of throat, are systemic symptoms of a body of hope.  I can send you the quote:                                *Drs. say excessive and extensive heart                                failure is brought on by an over-exposure                                to caring, and hence, is co-existent with                                the rapacious spread of the disease.                                Fortunately we've isolated the hosts.* I was sorry as hell to hear you're not well, and I asked, Why you, not another? But your immune to such an infectious question. And Dear, I'm sad to say,  there's no remedy. You're  stricken with being a mother.
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
Dear Dear
Dear Dear: I heard you're not well, and I'm sorry as hell. Nobody, not me, not anyone we know, could see it coming. Was it metastasized kindness with a primary worry; some say eroded patience and promises, a tightening of throat, are systemic symptoms of a body of hope.  I can send you the quote:                                *Drs. say excessive and extensive heart                                failure is brought on by an over-exposure                                to caring, and hence, is co-existent with                                the rapacious spread of the disease.                                Fortunately we've isolated the hosts.* I was sorry as hell to hear you're not well, and I asked, Why you, not another? But your immune to such an infectious question. And Dear, I'm sad to say,  there's no remedy. You're  stricken with being a mother.
francie-lynch
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
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