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A Story by Jill
Down, down poured the rain as the children stood small. Their heads bowed and the rain hid the tears. Their eyes never swayed from their place on the..
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A Story by Jill
There's a hole in the little girl's heart. She can feel it when she laughs, or when she feels a friendly touch. She feels it when she's happy, and she..
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