Too Bad Her Name Wasn’t Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

I can’t imagine living, and dying, in 8-foot heaps of trash, trash so deep that they had to bring in breathing gear and two different types of dogs to find the woman who had once inhabited the house. Yikes.

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