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I don’t know what I’m doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I’ll worry about making it out of ninth grade alive. Then I’ll think about a career path.

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Laurie Halse Anderson
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: October 23
Novelist
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Laurie Beth Halse
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