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Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.

Gail Carriger

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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Bolinas
California
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