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To Live Again
"Sheila, Sheila, Sheila," my uncle's raspy voice said, stroking my wisps of blonde hair. "Sheila, Sheila, Sheila," my aunt repeated back. I looked up at them, tears in my eyes.
"Sheila, Sheila, Sheila," my uncle's raspy voice said, stroking my wisps of blonde hair. "Sheila, Sheila, Sheila," my aunt repeated back. I looked up at them, tears in my eyes.
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