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Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation.

Susanna Clarke

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Susanna Clarke
Age: 64
Born: 1959
Born: November 16
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Susanna Mary Clarke
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He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I...I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
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