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Hannah was about to burst with excitement, which would have been disgusting because she would have sprayed blood, guts and glitter in every direction.

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Laurie Halse Anderson
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: October 23
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Laurie Beth Halse
Every
Hannah
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Glitter
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Disgusting
Guts
Excitement
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Sprayed

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