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Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Everyone
Disappointing
Girl
Thoroughly
Form
Raise
Around
Raises
Seems
Expectations
Wear
Scarlet
Shall
Bosom
Upon
Bosoms

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