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Wednesday |
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My mother called me twice from the
hospital today. "I'm losing faith," she said. "In what?" I asked. "My faith," she said, "My faith is getting smaller." "Your faith in what?" "Not my faith, my faith." Her accent is hard even for me to understand at times, but I finally figured it out—face. "My mouth is so small now. I lost 20 pounds in two days." |
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from prague to minneapolis in 40 years |
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