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She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Wished
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Dreams
Dream
Inconsequential
Ghosts

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