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There was this little girl's face in a passing stroller... a thick streaking tear lay on her left cheek. Except, her ****** expression was now one of utter calm. Her eyes were wide with expanse, the Great Consoler had already dissolved her little problem.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
The Great Consoler
There was this little girl's face in a passing stroller... a thick streaking tear lay on her left cheek. Except, her ****** expression was now one of utter calm. Her eyes were wide with expanse, the Great Consoler had already dissolved her little problem.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
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