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She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Mostly
Broken
Wasn
Went
Sure
Around
Thought
Heart

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