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“Look at yourselves!” She said in a voice that should have been stern, but instead was soft and tender. “Now stop all this lollygagging and come inside at once. I must change your garments before your mother returns!” It was then the thought of the child that she had left behind so many years ago entered her mind. Will I ever see her again? She thought. It was a thought that haunted her daily. Why must memories be so painful?
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