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I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again. I thought anything might happen if I wasn't vigilant. I didn't eat. I didn't go out. I didn't want to see anyone. But I survived, Paul. Much to my own surprise, I got through it. And life...well, gradually became livable again.

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Jojo Moyes
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: August 4
Journalist
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Pauline Sara Jo Moyes
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