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Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Bodies
Warm
Becoming
Personal
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