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Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight)

Peter S. Beagle

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Peter S. Beagle
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: April 20
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Manhattan borough
New York City
Peter Soyer Beagle
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Moonlight
Envy
Nobody
Least
Secret
Happiness

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