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Wonderful, Garan grumbled when he'd gone. We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Grumbled
Reputation
Kindness
Grow
Grows
Wonderful
Gone
Lawbreakers
Laconic

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