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The bowl landed, in glorious perfection, atop the head of Mrs Barnaclegoose, who was not the kind of woman to appreciate the finer points of being crowned by trifle.
Gail Carriger
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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
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