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The mailman dropped a letter in our box for Mrs. Tovia Durkan who has not lived at our address for forty four years and is now buried in a small cemetery surrounded by a black wrought iron fence and glorious mums, we are now the caretakers of a letter sent to a Jewish widow leaving us to feel responsible to attend the Bat Mitzvah of 12-year-old Sophie Bravermann; do we bring a gift?
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
Mrs. Tovia Durkan
The mailman dropped a letter in our box for Mrs. Tovia Durkan who has not lived at our address for forty four years and is now buried in a small cemetery surrounded by a black wrought iron fence and glorious mums, we are now the caretakers of a letter sent to a Jewish widow leaving us to feel responsible to attend the Bat Mitzvah of 12-year-old Sophie Bravermann; do we bring a gift?
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
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