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It (suicide) became a possibility like Maybe when I grow up, I will be dead. Life was a cake that looked good on the bakery shelf but turned to sawdust and salt when I ate it.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Like
Looked
Sawdust
Possibility
Shelf
Grow
Shelves
Dead
Cake
Grows
Salt
Maybe
Suicide
Good
Turned
Bakery
Life
Became
Bakeries

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whoopdie-friggin-doo, fooled you!
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