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You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Crying
Suppose
Cry
Right
Rained
Mildly

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