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Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

Joanne Harris

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Joanne Harris
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: July 3
Author
Novelist
Writer
Bitter
Sweet
Alive
Happiness
Tortuous
Simple
Bittersweet
Heart
Chocolate
Glass
Glasses

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