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And I find perfect beauty excessively boring, don't you?

Gail Carriger

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Gail Carriger
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: May 4
Archaeologist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Bolinas
California
Excessively
Boring
Beauty
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