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Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Named
Mines
Horse
Mine
Fire
Small
Bigs
Brigan

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There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. ‘Don’t be ashamed,' Po whispered. ‘Your sadness is dear to me. Don’t be frightened. I won’t die, Katsa. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again.
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I push everyone I love away. He shrugged. I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.
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