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His eyes were jet-colored circles of perpetual disapproval.
Gail Carriger
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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Bolinas
California
Disapproval
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