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"The majority of my friends are dead," she said while retracing the steps of her life No need to return to the Heights' depression~ recession ~regression New faces in old places with last names that ring a bell facial features similar but can't really tell. "I ain't left a damn thing in the Heights, except memories. . . that live longer than friends."

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