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These things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.

Gail Carriger

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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Bolinas
California
Bound
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Married
Things
Regrettably
Befriended
Occur

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