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He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

Karen Marie Moning

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Thinking
Ferry
Atoms
Forth
Messages
Connected
Back
Always

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