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“Mary-Lynnette: "You have not read 'Pride and Prejudice'." Ash: "Why not?" Mary-Lynnette: "Because Jane Austen was a human." Ash: "How do you know?" Mary-Lynnette: "Well Jane Austen was a woman, and you're a chauvinist pig." Ash: "Yes, well, that I can't argue.”

Quote by L. J. Smith

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L. J. Smith
L. J. Smith

L. J. Smith, born on September 4, 1965, is a renowned American author known for her works in fantasy and young adult literature. Her books have gained immense popularity among readers worldwide. more

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