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Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.

Vera Nazarian

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Vera Nazarian
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 25
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Moscow
Russian SFSR
Strength
Help
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Doe
Firsts
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Stumbled
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