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Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
People
Bridget
Cried
Gifts
Precious
Left
Ever
Leavers
Would
Grimly
Like
Forsaking

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