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It's why I laugh so much. If my face is going to stick, I'm going to like looking at it.

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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Laugh
Laughing
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Face
Faces
Going
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