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She cried In the sun as we sat on the concrete lip of a family plot. told me her regrets of returning God's gift. *Life would be so different. I can never get it back, I'm so ungrateful.* The world underlies. And we are sensitive people.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
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She cried In the sun as we sat on the concrete lip of a family plot. told me her regrets of returning God's gift. *Life would be so different. I can never get it back, I'm so ungrateful.* The world underlies. And we are sensitive people.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
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