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And, he continued, his strange smile gleaming, as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Heart
Continued
Something
Size
Smile
Hearts
Large
Strange
Father
Gleaming
Different
Murdered

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