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...wanting things for the wrong reasons can turn anyone's life into a marshmallow on a stick over a hot fire: impossibly messy and eventually consumed, one way or another.

Deb Caletti

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Deb Caletti
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: June 16
Novelist
Writer
San Rafael
California
Things
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Messy
Life
Fire
Consumed
Anyone
Stick
Wrong
Wanting
Turns
Hot
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Eventually
Reason
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Impossibly
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Marshmallow

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