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Some adults would rather pretend that bad things dont exist than to talk about them.

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Laurie Halse Anderson
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: October 23
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Laurie Beth Halse
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Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.
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