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She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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Science Fiction Writer
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Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
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Conditions
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Love
Unavoidable
Sounded
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