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Mama
Mama called yesterday; woke me from a deep sleep. I don't understand why she called this time since she hasn't called in such a long time. How did she know? Oh, but mama knows everything; with eyes in the back of her head, and that don't let me see you do that again. Mamas are just that way. Mama passed away three years ago, but when things are not right... She still calls.
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