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“Betsy hadn't had sex, actual; sex-sex, full sex, in two hundred and fifty-three days. She decided on her thirty-seventh birthday that she wouldn't sleep with anyone unless it was in the context of a committed relationship which had some sort of future, and she was only gradually coming to the realization of what happens when a woman her age makes a decision like that: she never has sex again.”

Quote by Sarah Dunn

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Secrets To Happiness

This book explores various principles and practices aimed at enhancing happiness and well-being. more

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Sarah Dunn
Sarah Dunn

Sarah Dunn, born in 1970, is a talented author known for her diverse works and unique perspective. Her writing is celebrated for its emotional depth and imaginative power. more

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