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Andulka

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“In my very best childhood memories, 13 of us lived together in a big old ramshackle house on F Street in Modesto.”
Within Aunt Dolores, there lived a spirit that was kind and compassionate in the most offhand way. I don't think she believed that her actions deserved gratitude. She gave what she had and then went back to what she was doing without so much as a backward glance. There was a purity of purpose in everything my aunt did.