| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - oston once that when our mother is Gone, i would call her and john up on their birthdays and pretend to be her. there was a long silence on the other end of the phone while my sister waited for me to finish laughing my head off. nan, sheila said, he is sick. there was another long pause. then she said, too bad we are not together... we could call john and see if you can get him to believe you
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