Ruth Foulkrod

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“We were all hurting back then,” she said, “and we all reacted differently. I made sure nothing was ever calm again, that my mind never had a chance to be still. I threw myself into life the way I did because whenever I sat alone in my room and thought about things, all I wanted to do was cry my eyes out.”
The End of Loneliness
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