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I had to do something, she said. I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.

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

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Men are sheep. Where one goes, the rest will soon follow. -Lady Whistledown
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As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. Don't, he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, I'll be your blanket.
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Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.
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Besides, he said breezily, were it not for misunderstandings, we would be sadly lacking in great literature. She looked at him questioningly. Where would Romeo and Juliet be? Alive.
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In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.
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