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Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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Illustrator
Screenwriter
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Often
Speak
Able
Right
Anyway
People
Tend
Listen
Told
Worry

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