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Once upon a time,
in a faraway land, there was a pretty, little girl. She had sparkles in her eyes and her hair reflected the sun. She was sweet and gentle.I don't recall if she was black, white, yellow or red. She grew up to be a young and generous lover and a good student. Further ahead she became a self-confident and effective professional. She was my mother, daughter, partner, sister and friend. Later on I never knew what happened because I died way before her. |
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