r.i.p. tita marsha
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i'll miss your cooking
your loud laugh
the sound of your voice
and getting chills from it sometimes
it seems like it was only yesterday, when i was a little 4 year old walking across the street to kristines house
finding out they had just gotten back from shopping. tita marsha gave me a cute little rectangular purple shaped box
and i thought it was the most cutest thing. sigh. thank you for all the carpooling to and from St. Polycarp, for all the home cooked meals you provided after school, and for treating me like one of your own.
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