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But we were talking about me and my problems. Sophronia looked Monique up and down gravely. I don't think we're going to solve those in the space of one carriage ride.
Gail Carriger
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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
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Science Fiction Writer
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