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People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
Grew
Knew
Ability
Lost
Many
Blessings
People
Lazy
Blessing
Appreciate

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