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Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.

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Sarah Dessen
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: June 6
Novelist
Writer
Evanston
Illinois
Many
Messengers
Like
Shoot
Dad
Didn
Stills
Care
Still
Wanted
Messenger

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