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“Oh, Matthew," she whispered, moved to tears. "I called it Grace . I hope you don't mind." For the first time, his… — Anna Campbell Copy Share Image
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we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its… — Tupac Shakur Copy Share Image
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