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If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.

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Laurie Halse Anderson
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: October 23
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Laurie Beth Halse
Together
Cheap
Concrete
Burn
Holding
Breathe
Stitches
Deep
Snap
Inside
Snaps
Running
Pour

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