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You and I, being grown-up and having lost our hearts at least twice or thrice along the way, might shut our eyes and cry out: Not that way, child! But as we have said, September was Somewhat Heartless, and felt herself reasonably safe on that road. Children always do.

Catherynne M. Valente

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Catherynne M. Valente
Age: 45
Born: 1979
Born: May 5
Literary Critic
Novelist
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Cat Valente
Lost
Hearts
Heartless
Felt
Road
Reasonably
Might
Safe
Somewhat
Children
Along
September
Heart
Least
Twice
Way
Eyes
Shut
Always
Child
Grown
Eye
Cry
Thrice

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