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I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

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Jodi Picoult
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: May 19
Author
Novelist
Writer
Nesconset
New York
Jodi Lynn Picoult
Wondered
Move
Feet
Head
Moving
Heart
Swiftly
Dragged

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