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I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.

Isaac Marion

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
People
Elements
Willing
Story
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Tossing
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Premise
Stories
Premises
Littles
Surface
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