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But, you see, that's the luxury of being a lout - you get to be selective about when you care and when you don't. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow.

Rachel Cohn

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Rachel Cohn
Age: 55
Born: 1968
Born: December 14
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Silver Spring
Maryland
Stuck
Rest
Goes
Care
Lout
Selective
Shallow
Luxury

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