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Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

Charlaine Harris

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Charlaine Harris
Age: 72
Born: 1951
Born: November 25
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