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Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Hear
Mend
Fire
Socks
Sock
Scream
Noise
Perhaps
Stay
Strange
Noises

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