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“You’ll never know their names. You’ll never recognize their faces as a life that you helped to save. But after tonight, you might walk the streets of Seattle and wonder whether the woman behind you in line at the coffee shop is one of them. Or maybe it will be the person at the grocery store in front of you that is trying to count exact change just to avoid using a credit card. These Nameless Women are all around us, even if they haven’t been able to change their names. I am one of them.”

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