Life … My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old.

            Life …  My name is Rose.  I’m eighty-seven years old. Life …  My name is Rose.  I’m eighty-seven years old…..  The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.  I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with>>>

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