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Jimmy Fowler








Eleanor Fowler


I'm so glad to be alive. I'm so glad to have Eleanor in my life. I can hardly wait for more to come. I hope to live a very long time. Thank you God!!!

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  1. the fowlersSeptember 10, 2010 at 6:43 PM

    i knew those expressions came from her daddy. she really is something very special.

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