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I remember that Hannah used to be a confidante for me. I especially went to her if I had trouble with dating. She was in her late 60’s and had a wealth of life experiences. I loved listening to her outrageous stories of growing up in New Orleans during the 1960’s. She had had sexual encounters with several famous rockstars and had sampled every kind of drug. I often told her that she should publish her randy memoirs. In the summer, we used to have lunch in her garden and drink red wine. Curious neighbors would come over to see what