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Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

Paula McLain

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Paula McLain
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: October 7
Author
Novelist
Poet
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Fresno
California
Admit
Paris
France
Finally
Looked
Though
Often
Cure
Cures

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