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She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Fearful
Hadn
Chosen
Brave
Small
Life

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