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I barely heard him, I was too busy watching Pritkin, who had slumped over with his head on the sofa arm, shoulders shaking helplessly, and what looked suspiciously like tears leaking out from under his closed eyes. Not that bad, he muttered, and then he was off again.

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Karen Chance
Age: 24
Born: 2000
Born: January 1
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Orlando
Florida
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Sofas
Tears
Muttered
Arms
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Head
Barely
Slumped
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Suspiciously
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Shoulders
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