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If he had his wits about him Bunny would surely keep his mouth shut but now, with his subconscious mind knocked loose from its perch and flapping in the hollow corridors of his skull as erratically as a bat, there was no way to be sure of anything he might do.

Donna Tartt

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Donna Tartt
Age: 60
Born: 1963
Born: December 23
Novelist
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Greenwood
Mississippi
Donna Louise Tartt
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