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It was funny, he reflected later, how one’s life could alter in an instant, how one minute everything could be a certain way, and the next it’s simply ... not

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Julia Quinn
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 12
Author
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Evergreen State
Julie Cotler
Julie Pottinger
Minutes
Simply
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Next
Reflected
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Alter
Instant
Everything
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