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When I was 16 I started publishing all kinds of things in school magazines. My main feedback came from my English teacher, Miss Bessie B. Billings, who said, 'I can't understand this at all, dear, so it must be good.
Margaret Atwood
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Margaret Atwood
Age: 85
Born: 1939
Born: November 18
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Ottawa (Ontario)
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