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Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.

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Laini Taylor
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: December 11
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Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
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Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.)
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