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If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.
Peter S. Beagle
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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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I love whom I love, Prince Lir repeated firmly. You have no power over anything that matters.
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