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| Hello Sister. Has Julie Whitlow Hamilton been here? | |
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| Why, yes. But we knew her as Sister Mary Sourpuss. She would never laugh, smile or accept phone. Calls or e-mails. | |
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| That's her alright. Why did she leave? | |
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| She hated all the kneeling. And there were some bugs. She often woke up screaming "He's no good for me. I don't miss him. No more boys!" | |
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| Do you know where she went? | |
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| She said she was going way out in the country to be by herself.She took all of our edamame beans. | |
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