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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
Novelist
Writer
Abertawe
Everyone
Infinitely
Even
Shallow
Heart
Precious
Made
Complexes
Something
Complex
Really
Rose
Indescribably
Mere
Layered
Flower
Petals

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