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My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

Meg Cabot

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Meg Cabot
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 1
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Illustrator
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Bloomington
Indiana
Patricia Cabot
Jenny Carroll
Meggin Patricia Cabot
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Phones
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Heart
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