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“When I was first going through my separation, someone said to me, 'It will take you half as long as you were in the relationship before you'll feel better.' And I wanted to knock them out cold across the table. Because, of course, I was in agony. And the last thing I wanted to think was that I was going to stay that way for a long time.”

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Uma Thurman
Uma Thurman

Uma Thurman, born on April 29, 1970, is a renowned American actress. She gained fame for her performances in 'Pulp Fiction' and the 'Kill Bill' series. Thurman's acting career began in the late 1980s, and her works span a variety of film genres, including drama, action, and comedy. more

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