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“Maybe figuring it out is... I don't know, what it's all about. Constantly deciding. And you're true enough not to decide anything before you're ready, and you don't want to lock yourself up in a box. Maybe it's the sure people who are missing out.”

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Book:Love and Peaches
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Love and Peaches

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Jodi Lynn Anderson
Jodi Lynn Anderson

Jodi Lynn Anderson is a talented author known for her imaginative and emotionally rich works. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, her writing career has already achieved significant accomplishments. more

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