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What's wrong with people? she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?

Isaac Marion

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Hear
Almost
Wrong
Parts
Born
Somewhere
Fall
Missing
Way
Quiet
People
Along
Says

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