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You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.

Sara Gruen

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Sara Gruen
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
Author
Novelist
Writer
Vancouver
British Columbia
Throw
Beyond
Control
Book
Hard
Work

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