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Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall.

Jeanette Winterson

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Jeanette Winterson
Age: 67
Born: 1957
Born: August 27
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Prosaist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Short Story Writer
Writer
Manchester
England
Free
Fall
Away
Life
Brackets
Pulls
Misery
Leaving

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