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Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

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Laini Taylor
Age: 52
Born: 1971
Born: December 11
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Chico
California
Always
Guise
Wondered
Truly
Courage
Fear
Felt

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