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Everybody was strange. In a fit of frustration, she scratched out strange and wrote the word CRACKPOTS in big letters.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Letters
Fit
Strange
Everybody
Word
Crackpots
Bigs
Scratched
Frustration
Wrote

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