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Touching story, Ren. I believe it's true, because there are many good people around. I know a little girl that died at the end of summer one year. In the fall, the neighbors came and cut the fields, baled the hay and filled up the barn to the ceiling with hay. Then before winter, they had come again and filled up the entire wood room with enough wood, to last the family for the entire winter. The Angels are among us.
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