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Linnea Sterte.

Oranges.

Your first lesson in leaping with a laughing heart:

It may be justifiable anger, but I won’t trade the rest of my world for it.

—Teresa Nielsen Hayden

Hmm? Oh. Just pasting this on my virtual refrigerator. Don’t mind me.

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