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Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.

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Julia Quinn
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 12
Author
Writer
Evergreen State
Julie Cotler
Julie Pottinger
Nothing
Trying
Much
Hatch
Hens
Elizabeth
Resemble
Book

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