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“At a rear window I hear the heart-rendering cries of my captive kind, plus a lot of yammering from the idiotic dogs, who will raise about the same ruckus for a simple rabies shot as they would for the end of the world. --Midnight Louie”

Quote by Carole Nelson Douglas

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Catnap

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Carole Nelson Douglas
Carole Nelson Douglas

Carole Nelson Douglas is an American author born on November 5, 1944. She is known for her works in mystery, fantasy, and science fiction, particularly for her 'Golden Girls' series and the 'Agatha Christie' series. more

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