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Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something.

Jim Butcher

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Jim Butcher
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: October 26
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