Just last night I finished kusoma "Elvis: A Lonely Life" kwa ray Connolly. I have been a shabiki of Elvis since I was a little girl, and I am now in my early fifties. I feel compelled to say that I have never felt that I have known Elvis better, but also, though I have almost always considered him as a tragic figure, never zaidi so than now. From his meteoric rise, to his tragic end, there was no way anyone could have known all the things that would occur, and how much he would suffer from both the highs and lows in his life. Mr. Connolly once even spoke to Elvis on the phone, and I wish I knew...
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