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He is a link with happy memories . a It was he who insisted that I should not go through the U.S.A. without visiting with his family . And so I found myself in the wheatfields of Kansas in the pring of 1947 , in a small place called ...
He is a link with happy memories . a It was he who insisted that I should not go through the U.S.A. without visiting with his family . And so I found myself in the wheatfields of Kansas in the pring of 1947 , in a small place called ...
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I believe there are among our acquaintances a residue of fast and happy true friends . You can count them on your fingers , but one can be happy they are around . As people lead longer lives , true friends become less and less because ...
I believe there are among our acquaintances a residue of fast and happy true friends . You can count them on your fingers , but one can be happy they are around . As people lead longer lives , true friends become less and less because ...
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We all loved him dearly , more than we love any other member of the family , and we were happy loving him . That is why his loss has brought to our hearts an irreparable emptiness . The air still glows with his presence .
We all loved him dearly , more than we love any other member of the family , and we were happy loving him . That is why his loss has brought to our hearts an irreparable emptiness . The air still glows with his presence .
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