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It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

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Jerry Spinelli
Age: 83
Born: 1941
Born: February 1
Novelist
Writer
Norristown
Pennsylvania
Heart
Ears
Magic
Eyes
Eye
Different

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