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Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.
Shannon Hale
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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
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Utah
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Will you accompany me in this dance?” he said, bowing and holding out his hand. “No, thank you.” Miri smiled. The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance. Miri laughed self consciously. “I, uh, I was teasing.
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