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I don't think I could ever give up music. It's what makes me tick. If there was no music, there would be no writing.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
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Tick
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