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So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Usual
Lena
Loving
Lame
Lead
Avoiding
Path
Spontaneous
Might
Interaction
Human
Carefully
Humans
Solitary
Self
Routine

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