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No one gets out alive
Sunday, January 9th, 2005 08:28 pmAs reported elsewhere and more eloquently by others who knew her far better than I, Anna Vargo died a few minutes after midnight today, in her home, and surrounded by those who loved her.
I only met Anna at BucConeer. She was quiet, as I knew her, and she Paid Close Attention; she met your eye when she talked with you. She was practical, and sharp, and knew a good joke when she heard one. She had the most amazing smile I've ever seen -- joyful, childlike and mischievous. Though I did not know her well -- or long -- I'm going to miss her. She was that kind of person.
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I only met Anna at BucConeer. She was quiet, as I knew her, and she Paid Close Attention; she met your eye when she talked with you. She was practical, and sharp, and knew a good joke when she heard one. She had the most amazing smile I've ever seen -- joyful, childlike and mischievous. Though I did not know her well -- or long -- I'm going to miss her. She was that kind of person.
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Project: Crystal Dragon, Second Draft
New Words: 1,452
Total Words: 51,079
