Her Name Was Florence
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Last published Wed, Aug 13, 2014
I'm not usually the one who stands out in the crowd, okay, well, I never do. I can honestly say I am a walking definition of the word average. I lack any interesting qualities or abilities, I'm just plain ol' Halyn. But her? She was something special. Who am I talking about? Well...her name was Florence
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