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We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Size
Potatoes
Sometimes
Shoulder
Made
Shore
Prickly
Dues
Driftwood
Stone
Cab
Possibly
Flour
Shoulders
Sean
Stones
Wash

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