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Life Was Precious. Life Was Fragile. Here One Moment, Gone The Next. Every Second Should Be Milked For All It's Worth Because You Never Know When The Bottom Was Going To Drop Out.

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Life Was Precious. Life Was Fragile. Here One Moment, Gone The Next. Every Second Should Be Milked For All It's Worth Because You Never Know When The Bottom Was Going To Drop Out.

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