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All true wealth is biological.

Lois McMaster Bujold

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Lois McMaster Bujold
Age: 74
Born: 1949
Born: November 2
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Biological
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Utterly bleak and black is not the sum of realism. All the other colors are real, too.
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It was suicide, wasn't it? In an involuntary sort of way, said Vorob'yev. These Cetagandan political suicides can get awfully messy, when the principal won't cooperate. Thirty-two stab wounds in the back, worst case of suicide they ever saw? murmured Ivan, clearly fascinated by the gossip. Exactly, my lord.
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