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They were always together. They shared so much — even the same birthday. Irish twins — they were born exactly one year apart from each other. I met them when we were all teenagers. Their family took me — the motherless child — under their collective wing and never let go.

My kids grew up calling one of them ‘Uncle’ and one of their sisters ‘Aunt’. That sister is still one of my…

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