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And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.

Cinda Williams Chima

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Cinda Williams Chima
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 1
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Novelist
Writer
Springfield
Ohio
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Better
Always
Beds
Slept
Blades
Beneath

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