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It was nothing, but it was Adam Parrish's nothing. How he hated and loved it. How proud he was of it, how wretched it was.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
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Harrisonburg
Virginia
Loved
Nothing
Wretched
Adam
Hated
Proud

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