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Mrs. Becky was old, Mrs. Becky was ill. She turn into mush on her 365th day on earth. She had no sense of anything, she was just a zombie. We wanted to help, We knew we couldn't. But we had no sense or reason, Becky was sure to die.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Mrs. Becky
Mrs. Becky was old, Mrs. Becky was ill. She turn into mush on her 365th day on earth. She had no sense of anything, she was just a zombie. We wanted to help, We knew we couldn't. But we had no sense or reason, Becky was sure to die.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
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