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We Are Each The Authors Of Our Own Lives, Emma. We Live In What We Have Created. There Is No Way To Shift The Blame And No One Else To Accept The Accolades.

-Barbara Taylor Bradford

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We Are Each The Authors Of Our Own Lives, Emma. We Live In What We Have Created. There Is No Way To Shift The Blame And No One Else To Accept The Accolades.

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