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Dec 2013
Roots
I remember when we started talking again. You dyed your hair lighter. You were happy.
      After awhile, the color started to fall out.
          So did we.
Mike Du Cote
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Mike Du Cote  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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   ---, Aviendha Goodrich and a maki
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