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You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.

Janet Morris

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Janet Morris
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: May 25
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Janet Ellen Morris
Janet E. Morris
Fool
Quite
Three
Today
Done
Enough
Feckless
Treacherous
God

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