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I think I saw My Left Foot twice.
The second time -- I think it was the second time - I went with two (I think it was two) women from a prayer group I was in.
One was a lady from Colombia.
She was a nice lady, and had a very good grasp of English. Alas, her accent was so so thick, I could hardly understand anything she said. That's all I remember about her. Not even her name. I wonder where she is today.
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