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Jun 2013
Oh Monroe,
I'm sorry that I fell to the floor.
I got so weak and I couldn't speak.
My knees gave out and we couldn't get that help we needed.
Am I bleeding?
Stay with me,
Oh Monroe please don't go...
I know it was unexpected but then I was so excited..
Oh Monroe, please don't go..
-D.
Danaca Terlaje
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Danaca Terlaje  California
(California)   
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