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The soldier had stamped my passport FAMILY in heavy black capital letters and I checked it now for reassurance and because I liked how fierce the word looked

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Meg Rosoff
Age: 68
Born: 1956
Born: October 16
Author
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
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Checked
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Passports
Family
Fierce
Black
Capital
Soldier
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Letters
Passport
Heavy
Reassurance

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