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Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Clouds
Puffed
Beats
Pillows
Like
Marched
Obedient
Pillow
Bedroom
Lays
Beat
Mercilessly

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