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I just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink? He couldn't even manage that.

Julia Quinn

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Julia Quinn
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 12
Author
Writer
Evergreen State
Julie Cotler
Julie Pottinger
Love
Couldn
Turner
Silence
Blink
Least
Decency
Heaven
Possibly
Everything
Manage
Even
Bear
Heart
Sake
Shred
Something
Bears
Tiniest

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