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Fate, Blue replied, glowering at her mother, is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
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Harrisonburg
Virginia
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Breakfast
Throw
Blue
Fate
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Mother
Around
Weighty

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