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When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Monster
Monsters
Stopped
Stop
Else
Become
Something
Like
Behaving

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