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I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Cincinnati
Ohio
World
Screwed
Defines
Sorry
Pretty
Everybody
Doe
Littles
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