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She'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place.

Kristin Cashore

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Feel
Wished
Feels
Emptiness
Talked
Somewhere
Anymore
Lost
Preferred
Didn
Fury
Place
Settled

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