Kendra

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We all have to die sometime. Even these children will die sometime; these sweet, innocent little children will be dead sometime. And their children, and theirs, and theirs, and theirs . . . It’s all meaningless, meaningless, meaningless! We only live to move toward death. Each day brings us a little nearer to the end.
Your Perfect Year
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