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Even if it meant that she had failed, she was glad. And if what she'd wanted had been impossible from the start, still there was a certain lonely comfort in the fact that she'd known it was impossible and had gone ahead and done it anyway.

Donna Tartt

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Donna Tartt
Age: 60
Born: 1963
Born: December 23
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Greenwood
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Donna Louise Tartt
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