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“I let his voice be my comfort. It bore no trace of pain or self-pity, carrying only good humor and softness and just the tiniest hint of jazz. I lived on it as if it were oxygen. It was sustaining, and it was always enough.”

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Michelle Obama
Michelle Obama

Michelle Obama, the former First Lady of the United States, was born on January 17, 1964. She is known for her elegant image, active social engagement, and commitment to education. During her time in the White House, she focused on children's health and nutrition issues, promoting a series of social reforms. more

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