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Monday, October 29, 2012
YESTERDAY, I MET JANE E.
J
ane E. sat across from me, her sagging wrinkles remembering forgotten beauty. The diamonds tied around her fingers were dim compared to the gleam wrapped in her eyes. She had a story to tell me, so I listened.
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