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When I was a teen-ager, I baby-sat a little girl named, Dacey. Dacey had spina bifida. If you didn't know she was in pain, you'd never have known. She was such a ray of sunshine. She loved the color pink, cowboy boots and hats, country music and horses. She died when I was 16 and a sophomore in high school. Right around the end of third quarter. I
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