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Wednesday, August 28, 2002 |
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Its long, thin fingers were beautiful bus it was held upwards on the bus. |
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Two days ago I thought of somebody that that I had worked with there are eight or nine years, but I could not point out his name to me. Today I saw it descending the street and it came to me: Mimi So-Huie. |
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