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I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
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Already
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Everyone
Else
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Sick

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