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Monday, January 7, 2008
Mrs. Nelson, the sad-faced widow next door...
I didn't know your private torment, Mrs. Nelson. How could I have known? You were plump and grandmotherly with medium brown hair and worried eyes. My mother recently told me that you never recovered after your daughter died of alcoholism.
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