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I’m not certain you’d know the right sort of man for you if he arrived on our doorstep riding an elephant.” “I would think the elephant would be a fairly good indication that I ought to look elsewhere.

Julia Quinn

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Julia Quinn
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 12
Author
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Evergreen State
Julie Cotler
Julie Pottinger
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