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I made a wish on this tree years ago, Marco says. What did you wish for? Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in Bailey's ear. I wished for her.

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Erin Morgenstern
Age: 46
Born: 1978
Born: July 8
Novelist
Writer
Ears
Forward
Tree
Bailey
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Leans
Asks
Marco
Wish
Marcos
Made
Whispers
Years
Wished

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