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Shooting stars are not stars at all. They re just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on when we see one is only a trail of debris.

Jodi Picoult

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Jodi Picoult
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 19
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New York
Jodi Lynn Picoult
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