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She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Seemed
Cry
Progress
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Times
Three
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Breakfast
Years
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