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Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.

Jodi Picoult

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Jodi Picoult
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 19
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New York
Jodi Lynn Picoult
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