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I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.

Cornelia Funke

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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