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I like to say I don’t believe in mystics . I don’t believe in fate. I don’t believe in destiny or kismet. I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe in anything. But I believe in the possibility of everything.

Tiffanie DeBartolo

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Tiffanie DeBartolo
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: November 27
Composer
Film Director
Novelist
Record Producer
Screenwriter
Youngstown
Ohio
Everything
Believe
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Kismet
Mystics
Fate
Destiny
Possibility
Anything

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