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But I never supposed that Owen had been old enough to fashion my mother's stone. But you have to see Owen in A Christmas Carol, I said. The' 'pillar of light'' trembled at this shameless, unmotherly behavior. I remember a few of her favorites; when I hear them, I'm still tempted to sing along- although I don't have my mother's voice.

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