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The funeral of Nana Rose was less a mourning of a beloved matriarch and more a runway show...
The funeral of Nana Rose was less a mourning of a beloved matriarch and more a runway show...
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Dr. Robert Wright had spent thirty-two years mastering the art of staying calm. He had stood beside frightened...