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We Women. As Glue For The Family. Lead Lives That Are Important And Conflicted. What We Women Choose To Give Up For Our Families Is Important And Valid.

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Kristin Hannah

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We Women. As Glue For The Family. Lead Lives That Are Important And Conflicted. What We Women Choose To Give Up For Our Families Is Important And Valid.

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