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Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
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Changes
Hero
Difficult
Power
Everything
Villains
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Heroes

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