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A prison does not only lock its inmates inside, it keeps all others out. Her strongest prison is of her own construction.
Margaret Atwood
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Margaret Atwood
Age: 84
Born: 1939
Born: November 18
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Ottawa (Ontario)
Margaret Eleanor Atwood
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