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You might be able to thrash your way out of a spiderweb, but thrashing in quicksand doesn’t work. The harder you fight, the more ground you lose. Struggling merely expedites your inevitable defeat.
Karen Marie Moning
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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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