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And yet I’ve never seen her sad. She’s never cried in front of me, not once. She smiles when she comes into the visiting room, and she smiles when she says goodbye. She always has, for as long as I can remember. It’s an act — it must be — but she’s kept it up for three decades.
Marsha Adams
🦋 Marie A. Rebelle
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Gosh, how her heart must've hurt every time!
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