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You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.

Georgette Heyer

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Georgette Heyer
Age: 71 †
Born: 1902
Born: August 16
Died: 1974
Died: July 4
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Georgette Heyer Rougier
Stella Martin
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