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Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

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Julia Quinn
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 12
Author
Writer
Evergreen State
Julie Cotler
Julie Pottinger
Good
Never
Capricious
Rewards
Quiet
Society
Often

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