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D'ye think I don't know? he asked softly. It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.
Diana Gabaldon
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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
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