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Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Something
Possibly
Sitting
Probably
Least
Wells
Well
Need
Lean
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Okay, outside, the clerk said. Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!
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I could still smell her on my fur. It clung to me, a memory of another world. I was drunk with it, with the scent of her. I'd got too close. The smell of summer on her skin, the half-recalled cadence of her voice, the sensation of her fingers on my fur. Every bit of me sang with the memory of her closeness. Too close. I couldn't stay away.
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