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Dear Maureen: It's been 15 years since we saw your smile,that great big smile that buried the rest of your face. It was your trademark, a peek into your soul.When your eyes started crinkling around t
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Dear Maureen:
It's been 15 years since we saw your smile,that great big smile that buried the rest of your face. It was your trademark, a peek into your soul.When your eyes started crinkling around the edges,I knew what was coming, and I, too, would start to grin. With no words spoken, it didn't matter that we didn't have a reason to laugh. Just being with you made me smile like a fool.
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