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Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied
Gail Carriger
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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
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Bolinas
California
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Ah, Ivy, thought Alexia happily, spreading a verbal fog wherever she goes.
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