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Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.
Mary Balogh
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Mary Balogh
Age: 80
Born: 1944
Born: March 24
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