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I said uselessly, Sam, don't go. Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Hands
Mine
Remember
Looked
Look
Please
Uselessly
Looks
Stay
Cupped
Eyes
Shiver
Face
Wolf
Faces
Yellow
Eye
Mines

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