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Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.

Cornelia Funke

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 66
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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Ten
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Waiting
Understand
Heart
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Something
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Beating

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