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I tried to picture her in a class, any class, anywhere on campus, and failed miserably. I pictured her frolicking in a forest glade around some guy she'd just sacrificed to a heathen god. That image worked way better.

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Way
Image
Pictured
Picture
Heathen
Worked
Sacrificed
Tried
Campus
Class
Forest
Guy
Failed
Frolicking
Around
Forests
Glade
Better
Anywhere
Miserably

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