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I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
Firmly
Prince
Matters
Power
Anything
Matter
Love
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