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Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we’ll talk.

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 59
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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Science Fiction Writer
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Cincinnati
Ohio
Tinkerbell
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Talk
Problem

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