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So, what do you think, my dear, will it be a girl or a boy?” “It will be a soul-stealer, apparently.” “What!” The earl reared away from his wife and looked down at her suspiciously.
Gail Carriger
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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
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