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“Her cell phone rang, the booming strains of the 'Ride of the Valkyries.' 'Speak of the devil,' she flipped open her cell phone with a sigh of resignation. 'Yes, Mom.”

Quote by Jennifer Crusie

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Dogs and Goddesses

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Jennifer Crusie
Jennifer Crusie

Jennifer Crusie, born in 1949, is a renowned American female author. Her works are known for their humor, wit, and profound emotional descriptions, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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