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Hair tied back, into the perfect braid, she reluctantly walks through the stone, the flowers blowing in the breeze. Her eyes water as she walks to that certain piece of stone, and she says, "Happy birthday, mom. We miss you." She drops the flowers and the teddy bear, and she runs her fingers over her mother's name.
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