Up close, Morris could see the famous birthmark. She bowed her head, laid it for a moment on the young girl's shoulder. Maybe twenty years, or not quite that. processtext.
Now she could think only of her daughter. She made her choice. Which puts me in a hard place. Believe it or not, it was my T-shirts, he sighed.
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