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Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
Rick Yancey
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Rick Yancey
Age: 61
Born: 1962
Born: November 4
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Miami
Florida
Richard Yancey
William James Henry
Will Henry
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