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Nov 2014
the dog returned and the doll I’d accused of eating it was wiped down by my father who then gave it to my mother to give to me once I’d stopped being the baby I cried like while the new doll was disappeared until it could be properly hidden from the sister conceived in its absence
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
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