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“Young people are careless of their virginity; one day they may have it and the next not.”

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Sylvia Townsend Warner

Sylvia Townsend Warner was an American novelist whose works delved into the complexities of human relationships and the influence of historical events on individuals. Born on December 6, 1893, she spent much of her life in New England, which deeply influenced her writing. Warner's career spanned several decades, during which she published a number of critically acclaimed novels. more

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