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Phoebe Judge
We drove on back roads to my father's house to pick something up. As we were driving back, I saw my mother grimace a bit in the passenger seat. I asked her about her pain. She looked out the window and said, don't ask me about that anymore. Let's talk about the trees. We'll be right back.
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