| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - She stood there, frozen in the headlights of my teenage scorn.I should be arguing vehemently with doctors, demanding results, I should be surrounded by people who are bleeding and screaming and shocking one another with defibrillators.You really romanticize the white-trash period of your life, Rain once said to me, which I thought was a little hurtful but perhaps true.Here is the door of my mom'
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