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It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
Author
Fantasy Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Salt Lake City
Utah
Karma
Magic
Happened
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Kismet

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